Today was Adventure Friday. One of our adventures took us to a place where we could connect to dreams of the future. Another of our adventures took us to a place where we could reconnect and reenact the past.
In our small town's museum (also FREE), we remembered values that are important to us, and those we'd rather not hold on to. The girls chose groceries, weighed produce, rang up items, and practiced using polite words.
We warmed at the sense of community our little town once had as we read, "Babies Weighed For Free" on the side of the grocers scales. I thought it was a joke, but was told that mothers monitored their babies this way, before well child checks and household scales. I imagined communities bonded by mutual need, helping each other survive in difficult times.
The little women also organized themselves into a school, complete with readers, handwriting practice, math and visual aids. I sat outside the room on a sofa, arranging my day plan when I looked through the window and caught Little Mother administering corporal punishment to her dear friend's hands with a switch.
"What are you doing?" I ask as I rush in. "This is how the teachers used to teach," they calmly replied and the punishment continued. Hmmm. I'll skip that part of education.
Inspired by the activities of the day, the two grownups, Mel and I, dreamed, and discussed. We decided we were not great at skating or any one thing because neither of us is willing to pay the price, especially at this time. Great books, fabulous quilts, moving oration could possibly exist in an alternate reality, but not with our current choices. There is NO WAY I am willing to relegate my true passion to the background. Startled, I realize that somewhere in the last 11 years, my passion has become the growth of little people. I love words, food, entertaining, speaking, art, organization, cleanliness, and creation. But ... I am PASSIONATE about mothering. It is a jealous art, not willing to share time and space with another passion at this time.
Today, I am not a gem, a crown, a great talent, or any other of the wonderful symbols Amy gave her other friends. I am a tree to climb, to shade. I offer life giving oxygen. I am a tree that reaches deep for strength and high for sunlight and warmth. I think I like that. It's not glamorous, but it's true. Self discovery is always fun. It's been an adventure Friday for me too.