Words

The power of words. So many of you remember my rant on the lovely mom I met that told me if this baby is another boy, then I must be a good boy mom. This was evidently supposed to be a compliment? ... I'm not really sure. However, she was a mom I had met one or two times. Our children are in the same kindergarten class. Now, some time has passed since we originally talked about what a great! BOY mom I am. I do have to agree. I mean, my hair is hardly ever done, my makeup is sometimes done, but most likely not, and the last time I wore a dress Lion remarked, Hey Mom - why are you wearing girl clothes?

So as time has passed the aforementioned mom invited me to join her carpool after seeing me there two times/day every other week. So now there are three of us. And we talk on a regularish basis about the transport of our children. What she doesn't know is that I have a knack for names and faces. If I meet you, and I mean really meet you, chances are that months down the road I will remember your name and face ... or at least your face, which can lead to awkward moments where I appear to be a stalker. Yesterday I saw said Mom at the Kindergarten Christmas party, and you know what she said, "Oh! You're pregnant?" Okay ... I guess I'm not memorable. Or maybe it's because my HAIR and MAKEUP were actually done (and before 8:30 in the morning). Totally different creature.

But you know what - her words upset me that day, and I guess still do to this day because there is hidden meaning behind them -- to me at least. The lesson this has taught me is that one flippant phrase might fly out of my mouth one day and be lost to the wind, but it might have a lasting impact on those who hear it. As with most things Kara, the point doesn't really hit home until I am the one affected. Guess I need to start watching what I say.

And start doing my hair and makeup. Here's to 2010!