It occurred to me today that I do things for funny reasons. Let me ‘splain. No is too long, let me sum up. (A thousand virtual dollars to the first person to name the movie.)
As I was driving home from my mother’s on the major freeway in my area there was a highspeed wreck in front of me. I saw the car swerving and my first thought was that it was going to be spinning in my lane as I got there. Instead it spun across my lane and hit the divider.
Naturally, I had slowed when I thought I was in danger but after I saw it hit I made a split second decision. I pulled over. Here I was, a woman alone in a mini-van with four kids. Not the ideal help-out on the freeway situation (although I wasn’t pregnant and I wasn’t with my two pregnant sisters, but that’s another post) but the thought hit me that I do work in the medical field and I’m ok in a medical emergency (something that’s been tried and tested) and I guess I want to be helpful and serve my fellow man (I mean I really, really do want that, mom). But neither of those are the real reason that I stopped.
I stopped because I want my kids to grow up to be the kind of people who stop to help other people and they won’t be those kind of people unless they see me doing it.
It’s possible the same sort of reasoning goes into my eating all my vegetables at dinner, and not flipping off other drivers, and …
So how about you readers? (Yes, you three, I’m talking to you) Are there things you do just so that your kids (nieces, nephews, random children, girlfriends… whoever) will see you doing them? How about things you don’t do?
Hey, look at that I guess it’s a mother’s day post after all.