This morning at the preschool pickup, I saw a fellow mom who gave birth at the end of February. She looked great, like she's never had kids, and she has three! Oh I'm jealous. I hate knowing so many people with babies, who are thinner than I am, and my baby is two and a half! I can't help physically comparing myself to other mothers. There is a mix at my son's school. I fall into the laid back group, I never shower before drop off, and most of the time, not before pick up either. I look presentable, but I definitely look like I rolled out of bed. Then there are the Moms who work, full or part time. They look great, with clean hair, a fresh face of makeup, and a cute outfit. I like looking at them just to see what is fashionable these days. The Moms I am really envious of are the ones who wear work out clothes, either they just got a work out in at home, or, they're like one Mother, who literally runs off on the walking trail after she says good bye to her son. I could fall into this last category, if I got my lazy butt out of bed at the crack of dawn and got onto the treadmill.
I wonder what the teacher thinks of all of us, while we chat away outside her door. I always feel bad for her whenever I see her. She lost her adult son to cancer last year, and was out for the school year because of it. Looking at Mrs. S reminds me to stop thinking about what doesn't matter, and focus on what does.