Body Fluid Clean Up Kit-Elementary School Memories

Today, I had the honor of accompanying my son on a school field trip as chaperon. I sat in the school bus and suddenly felt about 8 years old. Dorky, fat, out of place, social outcast, wrong. I didn’t want to sit up front, that is where the geeks sat (I should know) and in the back is where the cool kids sat and they bounce around a lot. I decided to play it safe and sit in the middle. Of course, nothing but a bunch of kinder gardeners having fun was happening on the bus-the rest was dusty memories coming out. I got motion sick so to avoid puking, I had to sit up front. How mortifying. Right behind the bus driver. Oh well-time to act like a grown up and pretend I didn’t care.

And then I observed something really funny-there is a kit, right next to the first aid kit, called the, “Body fluid cleanup kit“. I guess I’m not the only one who might puke-or get rid of other body fluids. The laughter broke the spell and I felt like me again and now I feel sad for the little girl who was so miserable and happy that I have come so far.

Thanx to my inner and outer Goddess for getting me here.

Sometimes Biology Is A B.TCH!

My son is turning 6 tomorrow. Right now it seems sad. I remember when he was a baby and I could see the toddler in him, and then a toddler and I saw the boy in him. Now a boy and I already begin to see the man in him. I am proud of who he is and who he is becoming and I miss the baby he was.

Sometimes biology is a bitch.

I’m not ready to have another baby but all the urges are in place to make sure that I feel 100% certain that another baby is what I need right NOW!

BTW-Every woman/goddess/sister should read the book: Forget Perfect by Lisa Earle McLeod. It is a breath of fresh air with wonderful and enjoyable lessons for women on how to just be happy and stop trying to be perfect. She says, “To Err Is Human, To Laugh About It Divine.”

I can’t find the exact quote but Anita Diamante in Pitching My Tent, said something like…Every day I watch my child grow a little farther away from me.

So sad, so joyful, so true.

Nothing Else Matters

Tonight hubby called and I could hear a screaming child in the background. I panicked. Then I realized that he would have told me if he was on his way to the ER.

Then I was thinking, how going to the ER (for something non life threatening) is a kind of relief. For however long you’re there, nothing else matters. How much sleep we are all getting, how much credit card debt we have, how we’re going to pay all the bills this month, how fat I am, what I ate today, how nice the house looks. None of this matters, for just a little while. I want that. Not the ER visit, but the nothing else matters.

I told my hubby that we have been too involved in the rat race lately. We need to go to church. This is hard for us as he is Catholic and I am Pagan/Jewish/Universalist/Non-Christian.

So I just want to get to that place of such gratitude for my life and the lives of my loved ones that nothing else matters.