Saturday, in the park

Mom and Lex and I went to the big park on Saturday and when I was pushing the boy on the swings, a woman about my age and her daughter about Lex's age took the other swing. We ascertained that we both had 2.5-year-old kids, and then she looked at me quizzically.

“Do I know you from the baby massage class?”

“No,” I said. “I didn't take that one. But we took the getting-ready-for-birth class, and I went to the Mommy and Me group at the hospital a few times.”

“I went to that, too,” she said. “But just a few times.”

“Yeah. The last time I went, everyone was bagging on TV and I couldn't take it, so I stood up in support of it.”

“THAT'S IT!” she cried. “That's where I saw you. Oh, God, I was so glad you said that back then.”

“I'm not one to keep my mouth shut,” I understated. “I remember, I blogged about it when I got home, about the grandma who was there who was so proud of her grandkids because they didn't watch TV but did play hours-long imaginative games with sticks. And at that point, I realized that apparently, nobody cool gave birth when I gave birth. They were all way too sanctimonious for me. Present company excluded, of course.”

She nodded. “I had the same experience. My daughter was premature, and every time I went, people said,”Oooh, she's so tiny! I got tired of it.”

“Frankly, I'm impressed you remember me,” I said.

“I always remember faces. It's kind of a curse.”

“Going through life wondering, 'where do I know that person from?'” I asked.

“Exactly,” she said.

Lex was tired of the swings at that point (or, more factually, I was tired of pushing him), so I took him down and went back to the bench where Mom sat. She had a bemused expression on her face.

“Did you hear that?” I asked.

“Most of it. It appears your reputation precedes you.”

“It usually does, Mom. It usually does.” And I picked up my ukulele and strummed out the IZ version of “Over the Rainbow.”

One thought on “Saturday, in the park

  1. You definitely rank in the top three of “most memorable people I know,” and I mean that in a good way!

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