Maddie and I went to story time today at the library. It was our first time to go. There was only one other mother there with her 2 1/2 year old and baby. A couple of other kids showed up during the second book.
I thought Maddie would absolutely adore story time. Instead, she was very, very shy - didn't want to participate in anything - had to sit in my lap - wouldn't color because she was too busy watching the other kids color - wouldn't stand up and dance even though she loves to dance.
Sometimes you have those moments, whether you're a mom or a dad or just a person - but sometimes I have those moments where I just say, Aha - why didn't I think that way all my life?
Take, for example, today as we were walking out to the car from the library, I thought, You can't have any fun if you don't participate. You won't have fun if you're sitting there being shy and worrying about what everyone is going to think of you. That's no fun at all.
I've always been pretty shy - always scared I was going to draw attention to myself - never wanting to say anything for fear I'd say the wrong thing.
One of the many, many things I've learned from being a mom is, Who the hell really cares? I mean, really. Are you going to look like a jackass if you stand up and do the chicken dance when everyone else is doing the chicken dance? You might, but so will everyone else doing the dang chicken dance.
Sing, dance, play, laugh at every single opportunity that comes your way. You'll be glad you did.
(Each time I have an epiphany like that, I'll write a blog post. Who knows how often that will be. How about y'all? Have you learned anything from being a mom?)