Friday, October 3, 2008

"Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out."- V. Havel

Ok, so I regret (kind of) not starting a blog 4 or 5 years ago, when our everyday life took place in a post-communist and still socialized former eastern block country. When we were in a place where we didn't need a car for 2 years because the public transportation system in a city that was over 1000 years old far exceeded any transportation system currently found in the U.S. When we were in a place where crossing 1000 year-old bridges and walking through castle grounds was part of my route to and from work, and my footprints were often the first to disrupt freshly fallen snow in the wee hours of the morning on said bridges.

Don't get me wrong. Life here in Middle America has been good to me and for me. It just would have been a lot cooler if I had had forethought enough to document our lives abroad while it was happening. Ah well, you will just have to settle for random reminisces and the edge-of-our-seats life that is ours here in Indianapolis.

Why my work and kids are cool:
I work at a children's museum and it's awesome. Even the craziest, most stressful day isn't really that bad. I am constantly inspired by the most random happenings which sometimes turn into something really cool. So cool, I can incorporate those happenings into either one of my family programs at the museum or even - cross my heart - into one of my mat classes at the studio. Kids are absolutely amazing creatures (a term of endearment). I will share with you 2 stories to illustrate:

1) 2 little people (more endearment) - they looked about 5 or 6 - were taking their sweet time working their way up the ramp, much to the dismay of their parents. As I made my way up the ramp about a level behind them, I could see and sense the frustration resonating from the parents. I've seen the scenario a hundred times before and it always brings a smile to face, probably because I don't have kids of my own to frustrate me in that way. At least not yet. As I came upon the slow pokes, I discovered the reason for their pokiness - they were counting their steps! Every single little step, the whole way up the ramp. Brilliant! 2 months later families in my health-themed program, families were armed with pedometers walking the ramps and tracking their steps throughout the entire museum.

2) About a year ago I was walking through the museum and I saw one of the most impressively unholy fits being thrown by a 3 year old. At least he looked and sounded like a 3 year old. He was on his stomach and pounding his fists and feet into the ground, while his mortified mother begged him to stop. Her efforts were in vain I think due to the decibel at which he was howling. There was no deciphering the urgent pleas that flew threw pursed lips, even at close range. The fit could be viewed from all 4 floors, making it all that more amazing. I stood off to the side where I could witness the display from afar as I felt the inspiration wheels begin to turn. I started to notice the amount of abdominal strength that it took the tyke to maintain the fist/foot pounding. He was actually engaging his lower abdominals and lower back muscles to keep his upper-body hovering just off the floor while turning his head from side to side. And then, to my astonishment, his public display morphed into a more advanced move where he would lower his upper body down towards the floor, along with arms and legs, resting for a hair of a second, and then with a potent inhale, would bring everything to hover off the floor once again to resume pounding. I used that move in my mat class a few days later and it was awesome. A year later, still awesome.

Documenting stories like these will hopefully provide me with the tools to - one day - find anything remotely endearing in the fits and dilly-dallying of my own offspring. Hopefully.

5 comments:

Ellen said...

kids are amazing and inspiring for sure! Gotta try that fist pounding pilates move in class or next time I wanna have a tantrum! xoxo

Auntie Sandy said...

My Dearest Niece Nicole,
Congratulations! What an awesome venture, to have set down your thoughts in such an organized and self maintaining way---Bravo!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sarah Palin, my friend's Dr. says she looks like me, or I look like her? I loved your commentary.
The screaming child, sometimes you wonder if there's actually an emotion involved or if it's just theatrics. Once when Taylor was having a crying fit (age 5), I started crying too. She looked up and said, "Auntie Sandy, are you faking it?" and I replied, "No, why, are you?" No answer.
Will I become my Mother, God I hope not. I could not imagine enduring such anguish. I do hope that I will be able to take the good parts of both of my parents, & perhaps learn to heal the broken parts, if not for them, at least for me.
No judgements, Dear Niece, just pondering's on your pondering's, quite thought provoking, Thank-you.

I love you. :)
Aunt Sandy

Rob said...

You have such a different perspective on little kids than I did when I was childless. I needed to have a kid before I could understand them better, though I still don't understand their minds very well :-)

Schovillova said...

For the record, I can only hope that these little observations will serve me well WHEN THE TIME COMES. But realistically, when that time comes, I'm so gonna get my ass kicked.

Ah well. I'm sure it'll all be worth it. Right mom?

Sara said...

It's not too late...let's pull all of our reminisces (I know that's a verb, but we'll just make it a noun today) together. :p

I sent a note to Amanda this morning on facebook telling her that I was actually starting to think about going back to Prague. Of course, when I say that, I'm mentioning the reality that eventually I will move back there. So bizarre. I miss the lifestyle and the amazing public transportation. But do I miss living there? Hmmmm...may just be that life in the US is...oh...I don't know...crazy?!