Me, Changing the World One Moms Group at a Time.

ECFE started on Monday. On our way out the front door, H managed to hit his head leaving a nice red goose egg in all it's glory.

Don't worry, every single mom in the class made sure to ask me if I noticed the bump on his head and ask what happened.

We're taking the "Seperating" Toddler class this time around. The first half is to be mom and me time, the second half the mom's leave the room and the toddlers stay. Should hopefully help with those seperation issues I've been mentioning.

These mommy groups make me nervous. I already told you about my anxiety in meeting new people. I feel somewhat better when I have H with me because at least I can talk to and focus on him. (Don't even tell me how twisted that thinking is, I know.)

So I realized some of the reason I may feel this anxiety is because I think sometimes I feel like a misfit among the other moms. I do not simply fall in one category, I fall in several.

Human nature tells us to classify and group people into groups and categories, but what if we fall in several? Or what if we don't necessarily fall in any?

I've got three kids at my house a lot of times at three different ages and stages. I'm a first time mom to Henry, but still have experienced things other first time moms haven't. I work, part-time. I'm younger than most of the other moms.

I have every reason to go running the other direction and stop trying this mommy things from MOPS to ECFE, but I persevere.

Because I know that this is important to me and important to H. He lights up as soon as we arrive at the building for ECFE, he could have cared less about the whole seperation thang, because he loves that place.

It is good for me to do things that are for him (ECFE) and for me (MOPS) and like my friend Sarah said, I can be the one to make a difference and be more welcoming and different on the other side of things.

In the meantime though I'm rehearsing the following introductory speech so it's all out on the table when I arrive at these functions from here on out.

"Hi, my name is Samara. No I am not foreign. I am not Jewish or Middle Eastern.
Yes, I am aware there is a city in Iraq called Samarra. Yes I am aware that the
girl in the movie The Ring is named Samara.

I am a Christian.

This is my son Henry. No he is not big for his age, he's right on track.

Yes I am young, I am 25 1/2. Yes I still count halves.

I have two stepkids, Tyler is 8 and Madison is 6. Yes we all get along. No, their mom isn't a meanie, I actually like her a lot.

I work two days a week and stay home the other three. No I don't wish I stayed home all the time, three days is more than enough for me.

I like to pretend that I am a professional blogger, so watch yourself. Anything you say or do, may be blogged.
No, that is not a joke."