That’s Not Me

scary little monster

Do you ever see friends (or strangers) doing stuff and think.  “Why don’t I do that?”

I do.

It’s a bad habit but one that seems to just creep into my mind every so often.  It’s really part of the whole “grass is always greener” syndrome.  No matter what you do there is always going to be something that someone else is doing that you aren’t.

Don’t get me wrong, my life is good, it’s just that a small ugly part of my brain occasionally gets out of its cage and starts telling me I could do better.  Do more.

Who could bring that ugly part out you ask?  There are a few I can think of.

The Adventurer – this is the friend that is always just back from some incredible adventure.  Backpacking through the Costa Rican jungle.  Spending nights in grass huts and eating bugs.  Back county snowshoeing in Alberta…..with her three kids (one in a baby backpack) and husband.  It seems that they are capable of carrying on a regular life punctuated by these incredible, life altering adventures in exotic lands without batting an eye.

     That’s just not me.

The Business Maven – savvy and well connected, this friend has a constant stream of lucrative opportunities rolling around in her head.  None seems to require a full time commitment but always create an income.  I know that it takes some money to create these opportunities but somehow that isn’t an issue.  Admirable in that it takes guts to jump off the cliff into a business and actually make it work or accept its failure and move on.

     That’s just not me.

The Crafty Baker – with an account at Michaels this friend actually uses the coupons they hand out at the cashier.  Pinterest Fail is not in her vocabulary.  Christmas, Valentine’s Day, Easter are all just waiting for her to create some delicious and awe inspiring cookie that my daughter will talk about for days on end.  Able to create a full dolls wardrobe out of raffia and felt, they enjoy a quiet afternoon at home to create and sew.

     That’s just not me.

The Fashionista – impeccably and always appropriately dressed.  Wether it’s for a morning on the soccer field or a night out at a fundraiser, this friend has her finger in the pulse of what’s fashionable.  But, and here’s the kicker, it always looks effortless. Like she just threw something on at the last minute to run out the grocery store.  No mommy jeans on this one.  And it’s been my experience that these outfits are accompanied by perfectly coiffed hair despite the regular North Vancouver downpours.

     That’s just not me.

The PAC President – committed to our kid’s school and its programs with a never ending supply of energy and ideas for fundraising and improving classrooms.  Willing to give her time to any cause that helps the school.  Willing to sit through PAC meetings.  Every month.  Ugh.  This mom knows what is going on in every classroom and is always politically correct when discussing school business and other people’s kids.

     That’s just not me.

There are more but these ones seem to stick out in my mind.

So what is me? 

Me is a fear of flying, cookie burning, fashion challenged, business commitment scaredy cat, classroom averse blog writer.

The Best Thing in Life is being able to tell that ugly part of my brain to go suck it because I’m just fine the way I am.

 

Winter Concert

concert

 

Last night I went to my eight year old daughter’s school winter concert.  Mandatory for all parents to sit though every year whether their daughter is the littlest snowflake out in front or the one stuck in the last row with a snowflake headband over their eyes.

The concert started out without incident.  Recorders and xylophones played by grade four students accompanying sweet little kindergarten voices singing about Papa Noel.  Then a group of grade one to four students told the story of snowflakes and snirt (snow mixed with dirt).  Parents jostling for the best position to video their little darling from so that they can show grandparents on Christmas Day.

It’s usually about this time that we, as parents, are checking our watches wondering how much longer we can sit on the, oh so comfortable, bleachers without needing a trip to the chiropractor the next day.  Surely it can’t be much longer.

The last group of kids to go was the grade seven class.  They were going to sing a carol both in English and French.  Is started with two of the students out front with microphones and the rest of the students backing them up.  As they finished their solos two more student came down to do theirs.

It was a few minutes in and a boy in a white shirt started to walk down to the mic.

As he walked down he motioned to the music teacher that he needed the words…..but there was no time and he missed his cue.

The next two students had already started to come down to take their places and the boy in the white shirt walked back to his spot and hung his head.  You could feel his disappointment in every corner of the auditorium.

The song went on and still he hung his head.  His buddy next to him patted him on the back in encouragement as the song ended.

As we politely applauded the music director went over to the boy and said something to him.  No response.  Again he asked him and he finally shrugged his shoulders.  The director took the mic.

“I am so incredibly proud of this grade seven class.  It takes so much courage to step out front and perform a solo. Sometimes you get a second chance so we are going to try that one again if it’s all right with you.”

So the students took their places again and the music director gave the cue to start.  This time the boy in the white shirt gave himself extra time to get down to the mic and find his spot on the song sheet.  We all held our breath.

He started to sing his solo and……nailed it.  Everyone in the auditorium was clapping wildly and most of us were wiping tears away.

That moment happened because of a great teacher. A teacher who knew his students and knew what they were capable of.  The boy in the white shirt will never forget his last elementary school winter concert and neither will we.

The Best Thing in Life is a teacher who will never give up on your kids.