Today, I had the honor of accompanying my son on a school field trip as chaperone. 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 kindergardeners 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.