When I take time to get still and look around, I notice a lot of distracted moms around me. In fact, if you meet a mom who is truly present, she stands out from the crowd so much, she almost seems to sparkle. (Don’t give me that look, I said “almost.”)
That got me thinking: what’s the difference between the distracted mom and the mom who’s cool, calm and collected?
My youngest daughter just started gymnastics recently and since it was her first time, I decided to stay and observe.
First, just let me say, OMG they were all so CUTE! There’s nothing quite as cute as a room full of 3 and 4 year olds jumping around when I’m not responsible for any of them.
But I digress.
Since I had an hour to watch little Sydney bounce around like a jumping bean, besides musing over how she would surely nap longer than usual today, I took some time to observe some of the other moms as well.
If I’m being honest, mostly they were the walking dead.
OK, those of us on the enlightened path could argue that the majority of society is in a media-induced negativity trance, but seriously, these women looked dog tire and completely distracted.
Now I know what you might be thinking…but this wasn’t an evening class! There’s no good reason for a grown woman to be dead tired at 1:00 in the afternoon, unless maybe she’s a stripper. I didn’t ask any of them, but considering the extremely high Mormon population of Castle Rock (and subsequent lack of strip clubs), I’m thinking NOT.
Nearly every woman there was taking this precious hour to take care of personal stuff: confirm dinner plans for the 24th (yeah I know, it’s weeks from now, who makes plans that far in advance?), schedule the floor guys to come out and give an estimate (apparently they don’t just do carpet, they also do Pergo and other stuff, good to know), or arrange play dates.
There was heaps of texting, calling, game-playing and (no doubt) Facebooking. Unfortunately, the only mom interested in striking up a conversation with me was only there because her son was making up a class because the studio was closed on Labor Day. Bummer.
Hey, it’s not like I didn’t have other things to do, but this first class was important to little Sydney, and so therefore, it became important to me.
So what’s my point?
I don’t want to be one of those distracted moms, and I don’t think you do either. But in order to be present, you have to, well, be present. It takes consciousness. It takes a tiny bit of effort. It takes willpower to resist the automatic distractions provided by iPhones, iPads, iPods and whatever you guys on non-Mac stuff call your gadgets.
In my opinion, it’s worth it. And therefore, I shall resist.