Monday, April 21, 2008
Ironically, a few days ago, right on the heels of my last post I ran into a man that I know because our kids were in daycare together. He and his wife have two kids, one is a year older than my daughter and the other is about 3 months younger. Consequently, my daughter was alternatively in classes with each of them during her daycare years. When I saw him coming down the hall towards me I just wanted to run away. Why you ask? He and his wife are now expecting baby #3—and according to the rumor mill this was completely unplanned and unexpected. This man, in fact the whole family, is really nice. I’ve been to countless birthday parties with him or his wife and always enjoyed talking with them. And, in fact, when I saw him the other day we did end up having a long and pleasant conversation about our kids, home repairs, kindergarten, homework, etc. And yet, as I walked away I thought about how when I see either him or his wife the hallway I just want to run and hide. I don’t want to see them or talk to them or think about their baby on the way. And that makes me really sad, because six months ago I would have been perfectly happy to see either of them and would have looked forward to talking with them. I know it shouldn’t but when I see them it just plain makes me sad.