March 20, 2009

Bridges Not Falling

This week has been hectic, leaving me longing for summer when lives will calm down.

It was a 'lots of homework getting home from Boy Scouts at 9:30PM only to hear "Mom, I have a bake sale for student government tomorrow! Remember you said you'd bake brownies?" night'.

Yes, I'd committed to brownies.

But I will leave you with this... the adage about not burning bridges so holds true.

I find it always amazing when I come to a point in my life when someone from my past steps in unexpectedly, and offers an assist I didn't know I needed, and I can say to myself, "Thank God, I didn't burn that bridge..." as I am known to have a short fuse, nasty temper (I don't suffer fools), and a razor sharp tongue.

Causing a *blink* reaction more so is when you realize that odd relationship you formed with a mother when the kids were but pre-schoolers has come back and is in need.

Preschool mother relationships are usually more stress free and have many happy memories. Our children were cute, sweet, and loved us unconditionally. There was no middle school drama, hormones, or homework and battles over big ticket items like... the future.

Battle lines were drawn over whether vegetables were eaten, who drew on the wall with the red pen, and who cut their brother's hair while also giving his stuffed goose a close shave too?

So when you see a mother from your child's preschool past, unless she was a real loser, or her kid was, it will bring a smile to your lips and warmth to your heart.

Better still is if said mother's little girl was madly in love with your eldest boy... to the point of distraction... 3 year old love.

The memories are even better.

And then maybe when the drama is crazy in an organized sport your youngest has chosen to play, and you are on the side lines trying to figure out what's going on, and your son could be adversely affected by the bad actions of parents with boorish behavior, and maybe that Mom from 11 years ago happens to have a husband who is a coach and sits on the board... its not a bad thing.

And its not a bad thing when maybe your youngest son, who has a wonderful sweet disposition, but is maybe not the most athletic, needs a bit more help, and said coach also has happy memories of preschool and the family and now has met the youngest for the first time, all these many years later, and maybe happily takes some extra time with a grin on his face.

And maybe its not a bad thing when said coach also realizes the family is trying to be so supportive and he remembers to give out playing time to your kid. Playing time is supposed to be equal, but sometimes kids are forgotten, but maybe that old relationship is still good enough that your kid definitely sees some time on the field, time that maybe he'd not see since there are so many kids and... kids get forgotten.

Luckily... said coach rarely forgets ANY kid as he's that great of a coach.

But it never hurts... to not burn bridges.

Posted by Boudicca at March 20, 2009 06:11 AM
Comments

I totally agree. I try never to burn bridges with the past unless there is a health, safety, or well-being issue. Life's too short for pettiness.

Posted by: diamond dave at March 20, 2009 09:12 AM

I have to say that the way it usually goes for me... people in the past just don't remember me. It's happened a number of times and now I am a bit gun shy and don't go up to people to even say hello. I never think they'll remember who I am. So I don't have to burn any bridges, just wait a while and it all takes care of itself. LOL.

Posted by: Teresa at March 20, 2009 03:29 PM