Most of the time I feel like I am being in torn in two directions. Most of the time, I am. Especially after swimming in facilities without family change rooms. Two kids in wet swimsuits who both want to be changed into their pajamas first, and a mom that can do one at a time.
On our last trip to the pool Violet learned that not only could she climb out of the playpen at-home, but she could easily scale the one at the swimming pool meant to contain the babies too. Usually, I wrap her in a towel and leave her there until I quickly get Olivia dressed. Done with that, I guess she thought it was time to mix it up a little.
Mid-helping Olivia, she easily scaled the playpen and decided she was going to go back to the pool. So, I grabbed her and sat the two kids on the bench, quickly taking off their wet bathing suits to put their pajamas on.
“Are these her pajamas? What’s your name honey?” I heard from a woman getting changed on the bench near us.
She grabbed Violet`s pajamas off of the bench and started to dress her for me.
At that moment, there were two things that ran through my mind. Do I look like I don’t have this? and This is what the world needs, this is what the Moms need. The Moms need to go back to the village mentality. I smiled at her, said thank you, as she distracted Violet and got her dressed in her pajamas before she could run away again.
Ditching my cynicism, I chose to go with the latter.
She was heading into a water aerobics class, and was chatting about how excited she was to be a Grandma. I revelled in her excitement, her willingness to stop what she’s doing, grab a pair of pajamas and dress the kid that’s running away from the Mom.
It struck me that it wasn’t likely that a stranger of a Mom in the change room that was my own age wouldn’t have grabbed the pajamas, occupied the child. Mothers of older children that are leisurely brushing their hair would give you a second glance, maybe a sympathy look as you’re trying to wrangle your young children’s wet bodies into dry clothes. I wouldn’t have.