Tis the Season to be an Obliviot

I took Queenie to her Brownie meeting last night and I always enjoy that, we moms are a lot of fun!
But wow, I don't know if you've ever been in a room full of 6 year old girls who are so excited to see each other. 12 of them, to be exact. I used to think that Number One Son's Cub Scout meetings were total chaos (and they are), but they are nothing compared to a First Grade Brownie Girl Scout meeting. Squeals, giggles, laughs, running, skipping and that's just the grown-ups trying to get their attention!

So when Number One Son, The Flying Monkey and I came by to pick Queenie up from her meeting, Number One Son went in to play with some of the girls. They like playing with him, there's a lot of giggling when he gets there.

Like I said, it was pretty chaotic, but pretty typical.

Here's the thing: Girls and boys are two completely different animals. If you don't have girls, you don't understand them. And likewise, if you don't have boys, you don't understand them. It's as simple as that. I have each, and I have a hard enough time understanding sometimes.

Anyway, there was one particular mom who was there picking up her daughter. She only has girls, and so, there you go. I am also learning as an adult that I am not necessarily going to get along with every other adult I meet. Even if our children are friends. I'm a people pleaser, so this one is tough. But back to the story.

So, the girls are off the chain, and Number One Son is playing right in the middle of them. A lone 8 year old boy in the midst of a sea of silly 6 year old girls. Mrs. Thing stops near me and makes a comment.

Mrs. Thing: (rolling her eyes) "It's all that little boy's fault. He got them all fired up."
Me: (uncomfortable chuckle as I'm wondering if she realizes that little boy is my little boy)
Me: "[Number One Son], [Queenie], let's go, dinner's waiting!"
Mrs. Thing: (uncomfortable chuckle while walking away)

Um. Really? I'm glad to know that at 8 years old my son is able to influence an entire room full of girls to act a certain way. He is sure to be a successful rock star or maybe even a politician! (does everyone detect the sarcasm in my "voice?")

At least I can comfort myself in the fact that I was not the one who left the building last night feeling about 2 inches tall. On the other hand, if Mrs. Thing is a true obliviot, it probably didn't even phase her.

The Proud Mother to 3 beautiful, handsome, intelligent and, let's not forget, well behaved children signing off!

Oblivious

I know you have all encountered people who are oblivious to the world around them. Oblivious that there are other people going through life around them. You know, those who are busy talking on their cell phone in the grocery store check out line loudly enough for the butcher in the back of the store to hear. Just an example.
I know I have been guilty of being oblivious myself, but I do try not to be.

I had to go have a wonderful pap smear & mammogram today, always a joy, a yearly appointment I look forward to with great anticipation. Not really. My doctor's office treats a melting pot of patients, from women in for routine checkups, moms having prenatal exams, postnatal exams, women battling infertility issues to women dealing with serious health issues such as cancer.
I encountered an "obliviot" this morning while in the "2nd waiting area." (I love that obliviot term - I'll try not to use it often, as I did not create it)

This lovely young woman (I guess she was a woman as she was visibly pregnant) was waiting in the waiting area, obviously for a prenatal visit. She looked all of 15. Really. And she had a cute little boy with her, a toddler, probably not quite 2 years old. He called her Mama, so I assume he was hers too.

Her apparent age is not what griped me, for age does not equal obliviousness. (Some of the most considerate people I've ever met are young while some of the most oblivious people I've ever encountered are old & crotchety) What I found annoying was her need for all the women in the waiting area to look and smile and comment on her precious little one. She would talk to him, smile, and look at all of us for approval. Granted, he was adorable. But like I said, this office treats a variety of health issues. How arrogant for her to look to the woman next to her for smiles about her baby. That woman might just be infertile and have wanted a child for years and the teenager next to her with 2 babies is rubbing it in her face.

OK, yeah, that probably was not the case and this young woman was probably just blessed with good young genes. But do you get my point?

My son has speech issues. He is almost 4 and we struggle to understand pretty much everything he says. This toddler I was sitting next to this morning spoke much more clearly than my son does. It makes me sad for him when I encounter children who are at the level where I think he should be. But I very rarely say it out loud. Because there are plenty of children out there with much more serious problems. They have health problems affecting their quality of life. We are so very blessed to have wonderful, beautiful & healthy children and if we have to go to speech therapy with one of them a few times a week, so be it. I am not oblivious enough to think that my child's verbal communication problems are the end of the world.

OK, so I guess you're about to ask, what is your point, Boss Lady, and how exactly what this poor girl you're dumping on being oblivious?
Well, now that I've typed it all out, nothing, I guess. Other than bringing her forty-leven bags of toys to an OB/GYN appointment for her toddler to play with in the waiting area. And the "look at me & my cute kid" face she brought in there as well.

I should've brought my kids. Talk about cuties! Then someone would be blogging about me.