Mine is a story about two over-achievers who got married, had a kid and decide to move halfway around the world. We took on too much, too soon, too often. And we pulled it all off, sorta. The Nomad Mom Diary pulls back the curtains and exposes the realities of our over-achiever life.
For me, the playground is the modern day equivalent of “go play in the street”. It requires a bit more effort on my part to get the kids there, but I can usually get away with hiding on the park bench while they run around like maniacs. And truth be told, most other moms are like me. Just today I took the kids to the park and they struck up a friendship with another pseudo-abandoned pair. The other mom talked on her phone in a foreign language the entire time and I scanned my twitter feed while swinging carefree on a giant rope swing. The kids giggled. I giggled. We all had fun.
But sometimes, someone comes along and ruins the park experience. It might be another mom who hasn’t talked to an adult in four days. It might be a kid that needs that extra bit of attention. Either way, there is one commonality: they talk your head off for the entire time. So I like to refer to them as the motor mouths.
I know, I know, this is soooo wrong to say. We have all been there. I personally have been the motor mouth more times than I can count. But despite having walked a mile in their shoes, or maybe because I have probably walked a mile to get to the park in the first place, I just want them to be quiet.
I bet that some of you are nodding your head as you read this. I am sure I’m not the only one who has lied and said a particular park was closed just because it has crappy cellphone reception. So since this is the “things they can’t say” section of the blog, I thought I’d just go ahead and say them:
Dear motor mouths,
If you see us on our phones, be quiet.
If we seem to run in the opposite direction when we see you coming, just let us go. In those moments, we need our space. We need a moment to re-center and do something just for ourselves.