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Took the baby to get his passport today. As I was standing in line, a woman in front of me started talking to me in Spanish, but I only speak English unfortunately. She said "friend" and "English" and pointed to her phone, so I said okay and took her phone. Her friend explained to me in broken English that she needed to fill out a passport form, and could I help her. I said sure, I ended up asking someone if there was anyone who could speak Spanish, and thankfully the passport lady could. We just stood there talking about our babies with as little verbal communication as possible. The part that made me happiest was when she pointed to Paxton and said "two months?", especially after someone asked me how many days old he was the other day.
Then an Asian woman came up and started asking me questions in somewhat broken English, so I tried to help her as well.
It made me think, as I stood there, about my experiences with people. So often I come to my journal and write about negative experiences with people. I'm very open and friendly and I think I walk around with some kind of countenance that says "you can speak to me". The unfortunate thing is that sometimes that means that people are rude to me, or overstep boundaries, or think that they can say whatever they like to me. The nice side is that I end up talking to a lot of interesting people. Tim is always amazed at how I end up in conversations with people. I can't be in a line without having conversations with a few people around me. I like that about myself.
A couple weeks ago I was at the grocery store with Paxton, wearing him in my wrap. The woman behind me in the lineup was asking questions about my wrap, about my parenting, about Paxton. She said "You seem like you have it all together", which was an awesome compliment, and I think I was feeling more confident then than I have been the past week. She told me that she has a friend who has a 9 week old baby, and said she didn't know anyone who had babies and thought we'd mesh. She asked me for my name and email address, and gave me the other girl's name. I really need to email her. She owns a local farm, and I love farms!! (unless they are the evil animal abusing kind)
Walking around at Cox Farm this weekend, I had 3 separate women come up to me and tell me how much they love seeing mommas wearing their babies. At the museum a woman came up and peeked inside my wrap and saw that Paxton was nursing and went on about how great that was.
I spent a bit of time tonight thinking about other times like these. I've been feeling a bit torn down lately, this week I had someone send me a ton of emails telling me I was doing things wrong with Paxton, and she wouldn't back off. Her issues, not mine. I think I need to remember to focus on the good things in the world around me. I'm easily heartbroken, easily hurt, but I'm also easily loved! I get to decide what is my main focus. I'll still get hit by the bad, but thank goodness for the good.
Then an Asian woman came up and started asking me questions in somewhat broken English, so I tried to help her as well.
It made me think, as I stood there, about my experiences with people. So often I come to my journal and write about negative experiences with people. I'm very open and friendly and I think I walk around with some kind of countenance that says "you can speak to me". The unfortunate thing is that sometimes that means that people are rude to me, or overstep boundaries, or think that they can say whatever they like to me. The nice side is that I end up talking to a lot of interesting people. Tim is always amazed at how I end up in conversations with people. I can't be in a line without having conversations with a few people around me. I like that about myself.
A couple weeks ago I was at the grocery store with Paxton, wearing him in my wrap. The woman behind me in the lineup was asking questions about my wrap, about my parenting, about Paxton. She said "You seem like you have it all together", which was an awesome compliment, and I think I was feeling more confident then than I have been the past week. She told me that she has a friend who has a 9 week old baby, and said she didn't know anyone who had babies and thought we'd mesh. She asked me for my name and email address, and gave me the other girl's name. I really need to email her. She owns a local farm, and I love farms!! (unless they are the evil animal abusing kind)
Walking around at Cox Farm this weekend, I had 3 separate women come up to me and tell me how much they love seeing mommas wearing their babies. At the museum a woman came up and peeked inside my wrap and saw that Paxton was nursing and went on about how great that was.
I spent a bit of time tonight thinking about other times like these. I've been feeling a bit torn down lately, this week I had someone send me a ton of emails telling me I was doing things wrong with Paxton, and she wouldn't back off. Her issues, not mine. I think I need to remember to focus on the good things in the world around me. I'm easily heartbroken, easily hurt, but I'm also easily loved! I get to decide what is my main focus. I'll still get hit by the bad, but thank goodness for the good.
