Random Musings of Late
A few weeks ago Chaz and I went to Wal-Mart to buy some materials I needed for a class project. One look at my cartful of pipe cleaners, popsicle sticks, and colored pom pom balls made it a dead giveaway that I am a teacher. The older, somewhat raggedy man behind the register cracked a joke about all my supplies. I told him I taught science and we were creating shoebox dioramas of world biomes. Exclaiming, he said "Oh a teacher! I would never want that job. I don't know how you do it." Sticking with my usual response, I politely laughed. Then he became very serious and said, "actually no-I don't mean to joke. THANK YOU for educating our children. It's a thankless job and you don't hear that enough. Thank you." Trying to contain my surprise, I thanked him graciously and left. As we drove home I thought about his job. Cashier at Wal-Mart. Long lines, cranky customers, standing idle all day. Talk about thankless. I kicked myself for not thanking him and took his lesson of humility. It's all about perspective.
Yesterday morning I found myself alone at the Farmer's Market in the Haymarket. I am determined to actually take advantage of its fresh, natural produce this year. I surprised myself by arriving at opening (8am)-talk about worth waking up early! No huge crowds, actual fresh produce available, bearable temperature outside. I did my shopping and then wandered for a while, enjoying the beautiful weather and atmosphere. The only motivator to leave was my meter expiring, so as I walked to my car I slowly took in everything around me. I love Lincoln. I take this city for granted a lot, but I feel so at home here. For some reason everything was so beautiful yesterday to me-the sun reflecting off the buildings downtown, the blossoms on the trees lining O street, the relaxed crowd sitting on the patio of the Mill. Summer seems to bring a breath of fresh air (no pun intended) to everyone. It feels happier everywhere I go.
I've been thinking about the little person inside of me a lot lately. I'm big enough now to not forget I'm pregnant, but am still anticipating that joyful first kick. Tuesday morning we will know if we have a son or daughter. I have no inclinations either way, but I cannot wait to find out. It's funny now to think of how much I obsessed over gender and baby names before I was pregnant. Now neither seem to matter as much-I'm perfectly content with this little person inside me and just can't wait to see his or her face. Even though we're finding out the gender, I don't think it'd be that hard to wait the entire pregnancy. When discussing if we should find out or not, Chaz said, "Why wouldn't we want to know our baby as much as we possibly can?" Well played, sir. I also hope being able to talk about our son or daughter will help humanize the baby and hopefully change some people's perspective on the value of a person in the womb.
Yesterday morning I found myself alone at the Farmer's Market in the Haymarket. I am determined to actually take advantage of its fresh, natural produce this year. I surprised myself by arriving at opening (8am)-talk about worth waking up early! No huge crowds, actual fresh produce available, bearable temperature outside. I did my shopping and then wandered for a while, enjoying the beautiful weather and atmosphere. The only motivator to leave was my meter expiring, so as I walked to my car I slowly took in everything around me. I love Lincoln. I take this city for granted a lot, but I feel so at home here. For some reason everything was so beautiful yesterday to me-the sun reflecting off the buildings downtown, the blossoms on the trees lining O street, the relaxed crowd sitting on the patio of the Mill. Summer seems to bring a breath of fresh air (no pun intended) to everyone. It feels happier everywhere I go.
I've been thinking about the little person inside of me a lot lately. I'm big enough now to not forget I'm pregnant, but am still anticipating that joyful first kick. Tuesday morning we will know if we have a son or daughter. I have no inclinations either way, but I cannot wait to find out. It's funny now to think of how much I obsessed over gender and baby names before I was pregnant. Now neither seem to matter as much-I'm perfectly content with this little person inside me and just can't wait to see his or her face. Even though we're finding out the gender, I don't think it'd be that hard to wait the entire pregnancy. When discussing if we should find out or not, Chaz said, "Why wouldn't we want to know our baby as much as we possibly can?" Well played, sir. I also hope being able to talk about our son or daughter will help humanize the baby and hopefully change some people's perspective on the value of a person in the womb.
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