Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Public school started last week, and over the weekend I checked in on friends whose kids started in new schools. Some kids had great experiences, some had bumpy ones. I wrote to one friend, "I knew she'd come home with a smile! She's the adventurous type!"

After sending off the note I thought, I don't have any adventurous types.

I have a mathy type and a couple of anxious ones and an artist and a gregarious dancer. I have a writer and a poetry-lover and a singer and an inventor and several dramatic personalities. I have introverts and extroverts, pessimists and occasional optimists, impatient and persevering kids, a naturally generous one and one who gets jealous easily. I have one with a mood disorder and one with ADD and possibly a dyslexic. But I don't have any children who thrive on adventure and crave thrills.

I'm not complaining. It's kind of humbling how many kinds of kids I don't have: no one's chronically ill  or disabled, mellow and laid-back, flighty, a Queen Bee, a jock, a daydreamer, type-A, a psychopath (whew!), drop-dead beautiful or handsome, craftily manipulative, or a natural networker.

All of which tells me two things:

1. My life isn't as complicated as it could be, and
2. There are a lot of moms out there whose challenges I don't fully appreciate.


1 comment:

  1. Julia,
    I appreciate you as a Mom and a writer. I do know from what I have read you must be a good loyal friend and sister as well.
    Thank you for sharing from your heart.
    Your life might not be as complicated as it could be, but I'm sure it's as full as it should be!