Thursday, September 16, 2010
on the train
This week, while busing is still being sorted out, Dave and I have been shuttling Andrew to school and back on the train. His school is in the next neighborhood over, about 20 blocks away. Dave has been taking him to school in the morning, on his way to work, and Isaac and I pick him up in the afternoons.
In our travels, we've discovered that there is a set of twins in Andrew's class that live on our block. We wait with them in the station and sit near them on the train. The kids start off smiling and giggling at each other. Sometimes Andrew tries to give one of them a hug. He calls them the "girls with the same backpacks".
On the train the twins sit next to each other and swing their legs back and forth as they chat and laugh and talk with their mom. They are really, really cute.
Andrew, sits next to me, and while the girls are chatting and giggling, Andrew turns into a robot. He tells me to push buttons and pull levers and when I do, he makes crazy sound effects while his arms flail around. I think it's funny and cute, though I can't help but wonder what the other mom is thinking.
Lately I've been feeling very different. I feel like our family is very different from a lot of the families around us. And I think that I'll probably feel quite different from the people around me, for various reasons, for a long time. What I've realized is that I'm mostly okay with feeling different. I realized that I don't necessarily need to fit in, but I do need to feel like it's okay for us to be who we are. And maybe that seems obvious...wanting to feel okay being who you are is nothing new. But seeing the distinction between wanting to fit in and wanting to feel okay being who we are has been helping me wrap my head around the differences I feel.
So, it is my kid on the train acting like a robot. And it's not what the other kids are doing. But it's stinkin' adorable. And, I think, that that's okay. I'm getting there at least.
Yesterday's after-school snack: apple scones! Always a big hit.