Krokus. Yeah.

A long time ago a friend of mine said “This ad reminds me of you.” and showed me this.

I feel like that lady every single day.

I mean, I never toured with Krokus and I was ten years old for most of 1983. I never followed any band around for an entire tour, but sometimes I feel like an imposter. I take my kids to scouts, I weed my garden, I drive my minivan around my manicured neighborhood and I honest to God wave at my neighbors JUST EXACTLY LIKE THE LADY IN THE AD.

It isn’t really that I don’t belong here. A lot of my day-to-day life involves grocery shopping and trips to the library and pedestrian minutiae like that. I really do live here. I really do have two kids. Yes. I really am a “mommy blogger” but there is so much more to me than that.

I am a trained classical singer. I have a degree in Political Science. I am a published writer. I know a lot about things like wine, music, football, Marxism, variable annuities, and social media.

Just to clarify, I am not a Marxist, I have just read a great deal on the subject.

There is a latent truth to all of us. I have been thinking about it a lot lately. Some of it stems from reconnecting with old friends on Facebook and Twitter and some of it stems from this wonderful post I read by Miss Britt. It was this quote that got me.

People and places can surprise you. Even if you don’t have the time to learn the back story, remember that there always is one.

This is so true. I can be terrible. I refer to people in my neighborhood as “Jack’s mom” or “Emma’s dad” and that is how I think of them, but they are certainly more complex than that, even if I’m not always paying attention. I ran into Hazel’s mom at Hockey and Heels and now we have this whole thing in common. I stood in the rain after the bus stop one day for 30 minutes because I got caught up in a conversation with the lady across the street about late 80s hardcore. It was awesome. We went from being acquaintances to being friends in less than an hour.

You just never know.

I’ve never driven a Volkswagen, but there is just something about that commercial that resonates with me. Maybe that’s because I’m sure that some people think of me as “my kids’ mom” or “the lady in the minivan who drives to Safeway seven times a week” instead of Sarah, until we have a conversation and they (hopefully) realize that I’m so much more.

And every time I am on my way to Trader Joe’s and I slow down to wave at Janet I think Krokus. Yeah.

photo by Laurie White

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  1. I’ve been doing this “staying at home” gig for 6 years now and honestly, LOVE IT. This is the best life (for me, anyway.) However, it still never ceases to amaze me sometimes how hard it is to reach past the Now and dig into the Then when trying to connect with other moms.

    I am still Me, dammit. I’ve just got some extra attachments clinging to my legs and my breasts are now multi-functional.

    Won’t you be my friend? No?

    Love this post!

    Sidenote: Totally mistyped “pot” instead of “post” but self-corrected!

  2. “pedestrian minutiae”

    yeaaahhhh

    I used to be a musician. Stories? I has them. I’m sure not as good as going on tour with Krokus in 83, but still. They’re mine.

  3. i feel the same. i posted about how i feel pulled in several directions in blogging once & i still feel that way. do i blog about my kids? a vlog of me singing? politics/social issues? sewing? there’s so much more than meets the eye to each and every one of us. i need to remember that next weekend when i meet so many people for the first time.

  4. smart aleck says:

    Of course you are more than just a grocery shopping, kids’ event attending mom blogger.

    Because you can do push ups.

    Real ones.

  5. The best thing is that it’s not really a secret. People just have to ask you.

    You need to pick something I know about so we can trade, because I know very little about Marxism or variable annuities.

  6. I have a feeling when we finally see each other in person, there will be no lack of things to talk about

  7. This post is all kinds of awesome. (And probably why I feel like my online friends know me better than most of my IRL friends… they read my backstory.

  8. I’ve read this six times and yet I can’t put my comment into words. But I love this post. Well done lady.

  9. I really like this. I feel like sometimes *I* get lost in the shuffle of being mom, co-worker, etc. It’s not that any of those titles or jobs are bad, it’s just not what defines me. They are part of what I do.

  10. Lisa Stiffler says:

    Hi Sarah —

    I’m a journalist in Seattle working on some stories for MSN.com about unique or quirky traditions that families celebrate. I saw a post you did eons ago about this topic and would *love* to talk to you!

    Is there a way I can reach you? I’m at: lisastiffler (at) yahoo.com

    My deadline is Monday afternoon, so please reply soon if you can help.

    Many thanks for your time, and congrats on a great blog!

    Yours,

    Lisa

  11. This post hit me hard today.

    I live in a small town, it’s very hard to fit in.

    No one takes the time to respond back, to get to know me.

    They feel, they know, based on appearance..not looking like them..and based on lifestyle…we homeschool.
    Therefore: they thnk they must know me.

    Loved your post.

  12. I love this post! It’s so true. It’s what we always talk about too.

    Signed,
    January Jones/Betty Draper

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