So this morning Little K & I went to the YMCA so that I could get in atleast 30 minutes of exercise while she played. I felt so good afterward & headed to the shower. Almost proud of myself, I pulled all my needed items from my back pack, hopped in the shower & realized it's been so long since I've taken a shower on my own without someone needing me or telling me: "Mommy, I see you!"
The women's locker room is totally empty so I dry off & start getting dressed. The upbeat, pop music that plays overhead is yet another reminder that my daughter is not currently with me. Otherwise, Little Einstein's or the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse would be on. All of a sudden, the music stops & a jolting emergency siren screams. There's no one around to confirm what's going on. My immediate thought is to run to pick up Little K and haul it outside. In the next 3 seconds that pass, I realize I'm about to head out of the women's restroom with only my underwear on. For a split second, I stop.
THANK YOU, GOD! I slowly realize that the emergency siren I hear is part of some new hip song that I've never heard. Some skinny, well-paid singer begins to crune her lyrics and I don't know if I should laugh or cry. Slowly, I turn around to make sure there's no one else in the women's locker room, especially Candid Camera. Nope. I'm safe.
Laughing hysterically while I actually get dressed, I realize how "alarming" it is that I have grown from hip, independent woman to concerned, protective Mommy who obviously needs to listen to a pop radio station now & then. How did that change happen to me? Me, I ask? Laughing still, I realize it's all part of the process & I'm reminded of my little daughter again... even when she's not peaking at me in the shower.
Until the next nap time...
