Bubbles

Today I was once again reminded of what a little "bubble world" I live in. It was the day to take A for her well check. No one in bubble world takes Medicare so we went to Pedi Place in Lewisville. I've been to Tuesday Morning, Hancock Fabric, and 2 consignment stores, but never ventured an additional block off the main drag. It was entering a different world. The place is divided into the well child side and the sick child side with different entryways for each. While we sat waiting, there were 4 other families that entered, none of which spoke the same language, and Spanish was the only one I was even familiar with. My eyes drifted to peoples shoes because I believe you can tell so much from looking at them. One sweet boy had on tennis shoes with toes getting ready to pop thru. Another mom had shoes that were at least 2 sizes too small. I fluctuate between wanting to put on a sign that says I do not belong here to feeling like what else should I be doing to help. We were there for 3 hours. I decided not to write about my experience during those 3 hours until tonight because maybe i would be less snide. The main thing I think is, how could I have a job and still be able to spend half my day there? Absolutely insane. Probably more insane is the fact that I remained so appreciative and kind while I was there. Not to mention that A was her usually angel self the whole time. I do know that if I'd been at a doctor appointment with Mad, Lucas, or Camille & had to wait that long, it wouldn't have happened. The humble effect kicks in when you are so appreciative for this service that a child you have fallen in love with is able to get care at a clean, fun, clinic for free. Thank you to all you tax payers!
Shots didn't go over to well but she bucked up when she had to. We were preparing to leave & had to go out the sick child exit. I opened the door and it was almost like peering into a picture of a refugee camp. There were at least 8 children under age 5 sitting on the floor with their parents in seats behind them. I quickly shut the door and told A that she had to stop crying so that she wouldn't scare all the little children in the waiting room. She sucked up her sniffles, painted on a smile, and off we went. She is something else.
Another amazing thing is, I can't remember ever being complimented on my mommy skills during any of the doctor visits with Madeline, Lucas, or Camille. I think the doc today must have told me at least 3 times what a good job I am doing. I wanted to say, well duh, isn't this what I'm suppose to do? And the sad thing is that, yes, its what mommies & daddies are suppose to do. So why doesn't the job get done? Stinkin' world. Can't we reach out and help more people.
A was rewarded with a trip to the dollar store after being so brave. And lo and behold, what did she pick out, bubbles. Perfect way to end our experience to "the other side" by coming back home and buying bubbles. And I must add that it was sheer delight getting to experience her first bubble blowing, sitting in the front yard with the sun against my back as we blew bubbles and giggled together. Thank you God for all kinds of bubbles.