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In the movie Lost in Translation there is a scene in which Bill Murray's character explains that, upon having your first child, "your life as you know it is gone...never to return." The movie has been one of my favorites for years. I just wish that I had known he meant my life.

In early 2010, I gave birth to the world's most perfect child. (Is there a parent who doesn't think his/her child is the world's most perfect?) In addition to being beautiful, he is brilliant and sweet and funny and hands-down the best thing that will ever happen to me. This kid is my entire world. I had somehow suspected through most of my life that he would be, which is why I fought very hard to have him. But about the post-childbirth apocalypse, I had absolutely no clue.

To say things have changed would be misleading. EVERYTHING has changed. Most of it has been good--some not so great--but everything is without a doubt different. And now the world changes once again. My little family and I find ourselves journeying from the big city to beautiful, calm Montana. Will the change be for the better? As with anything, the answer is sometimes "yes," sometimes "no," and always sought with massive quantities of hope. Come with me as I navigate the roads from fast-paced, big-city lawyer to Montana Momhood. Is there a line that can be walked? We'll see. But I can guarantee, at a minimum, it will be an adventurous road trip....

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

My Sister's Husband's Cousin's Girlfriend Heard You Were at Target

One of the funnier aspects of living in a smaller community is how quickly word spreads about...well, everything.  This has been a bit unnerving for me, as I have become a very private person.  Yes, I spill my guts to you all here, but no matter how awesome your comments are, if they have "real" names in them, I'm afraid I axe them before they're public.  And I am adamant about people not posting photos of my kid on social media sites.  So on the whole, I get (irrationally, I will admit) freaked out by people knowing my "stuff."

Yeah, well, good luck to me on that one.  I've been here a short time and already I have been "spotted" around the city by various people.  Story number one:  a good friend of mine who knew there was a good chance I would be here emailed to say (and I'm only slightly paraphrasing here) that her husband's mother's boyfriend saw me at the golf course so she knew I had arrived.  CRACKED ME UP.  This guy is totally nice, and I should have recognized him when I was there for lunch, but I didn't.  He had met me (as far as I can remember) once.  But I was with my dad who people know so logically it was "me."  But how funny is that?  It's like a Ferris Bueller story.  Not nearly as funny, however, as the second story.

I had dinner with my Godparents' son (I never know--does that make him my Godbrother?).  He was a few years ahead of me and went to another of the high schools here.  He mentioned that a friend of his from high school (who I hadn't seen in literally 20 years) called to say he had seen me in Target.  I kid you not.  Don't get me wrong--I was thrilled that he would know who I am.  He is hot.  Well, he was hot 20 years ago, anyway.  But the point is that EVERYONE KNOWS EVERYTHING.

Me while gardening.
Maybe I should get a disguise.  Maybe I shouldn't leave my house.  I highly suspect, though, that there would still be chatter about how I never leave my house and for some reason am wearing a Wonder Woman costume in my backyard.  Maybe I should just suck it up and enjoy knowing everything about everyone else.  I'm quite certain I am far less interesting than some of the stuff that goes on here.  Yeah, let's try that.
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2 comments:

  1. LeslieApril 27, 2011 at 12:22 PM

    I heard you went outside on Tuesday morning to get your newspaper, in nothing but your bath robe, and a towel on your head :)

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  2. AnonymousApril 27, 2011 at 12:34 PM

    If they are going to talk anyway, I suggest giving them something to talk about. Wear the costume to Target. And the golf course. Better yet, you're in Montana, so there must be horses available. Pull a Lady Godiva and ride through town bareback (you and the horse). That should get the party line buzzing.

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