The posts are rushing through my head, but I can’t find time to write it all down.
Every day I find topics that will make interesting articles. So many interesting meetings/ interactions with people. So many little happenings that make me stop and wonder. But where is the time?
Perhaps I should do only one-liners for a while. Just titles. And then wait for you all to fill in the rest. Or teeny tiny anecdotes to make you stop and wonder as well.
Start with this then:
You bring your daughter to ballet every week and sit for one hour between the other mums (and a sporadic dad) watching and waiting. You talk a little, gossip a little, exchange ideas on life or parenting. Then one day a mum doesn’t have time to bring her daughter and dad comes instead. He happens to be your gynecologist. What do you talk about?
Added:
It went a bit like this:
Me: “Oh, hi…. eh… how are you?”
He: “Hi, how are you doing?”
Then in the silence that followed I was wondering what to say. In his office I would say something like; Fine, but still having trouble with the c-section scar, and by the way I think I have some hormonal issues, and how about birth control?
Carrie P. Snow
In reality I asked: “Which girl is yours?” And he pointed in some direction where there were a whole bunch of girls, and started steering back to his line of conversation by pointing at my baby daughter and commenting that she is getting big.
And then, thank God, I saw somebody else I know (just met the other week in fact) and excused myself. He must know, and understand my discomfort. Perhaps he cannot have a normal conversation anywhere in town and ends up sitting all by himself all the time.
I don’t know what I expect gynecologists to do in their free time, but surely not sit in shorts and t-shirt at my daughter’s ballet class… They should stay at home or at their clinics or operation rooms or so. And not become normal people like us and have a social life.
