While waiting to pick up Brian from the train on Wednesday I witnessed two different things, one that I see all the time when picking him up and one that was a virgin view, a first time experience.
The first is the one I see all the time:
-A man sits in his Hybrid Honda Suv waiting for the train. He always parks in the same spot, across the street from the bank that was held hostage last year, when the result was the disturbed man took his life last year.
But back to Hybrid Honda guy. Because he always parks in the same spot, it leads me to believe that he must arrive early enough in order to pick his unassigned always the same, parking spot. When the train Gates start to go down a block East of where the gates we sit across from, the man will get out of his car, open up his hatch back, pull on his coat, and if raining, grab an umbrella.
The train approaches it's stop in the town that we live in. This particular stop is always full of Liberty and pride and ironically so is this late 50 something year old man. As the train pulls into the station, at that very time the Honda Hybrid man has left his parked car and started walking towards the train. He always walks to the same spot, just outside of the third train car where he'll wait until he sees his forever.
Eventually a woman that he knows steps off the train steps and before doing anything at all, including making eye contact with one another, her hand finds his. They walk, usually silently back towards the Honda, holding hands.
He walks her to the passenger side of the car and opens the door for her. When she's seated, he'll close the car door. He then makes his way over to the drivers side door, and once situated in the drivers seat, you always see both of them turn towards each other and smile at each other.
It amazes me that all this positive energy has been volleyed back and forth between this couple, yet there weren't any words spoken. Nothing physical except for the holding hands. This happens everyday on the 4:11 train in from Chicago.
The other first time observation I made was that same day. A late 90's model cream colored Ford Taurus sedan pulls into the parking spot next to me. A woman in her late 20's or early 30's climbs out of the car and just has that look that all of us have. She's one of us. A SAHM. You can just tell. You just know.
She leans into the backseat from the back door and unfastens her young 9month old. They too make their way towards the approaching train that left the Chicago station at 4:11. They stand back very far back, as far away from that yellow line as possible, the mother's eyes scanning the crowd of people debarking from the train. Finally they see Daddy and the little one's face lights up and squeals from underneath the bundle of her long bonnet hat, and muffin mittens snapped to her pink and purple winter coat.
The young family begins their steps back towards their older model Taurus and at the very moment I look up from my readers digest magazine, this new mom makes eye contact with me and in that brief moment, I felt what she thought. Meanwhile the TV is on in the van, playing Cartoon Network for my three sons. My three sons that are acting rather obnoxiously in the minivan while waiting for daddy to arrive on the train that left Chicago at 4:35.
The new mom looks at me with eyes that long for the time when she herself will have a minivan and lots of little bundles, more then one. She just had that look to her as she smiled so sweetly at me; the crusty mom reading a readers digest.
She was seeing her future and for a moment she felt as though her future had arrived and she was loving it. Her eyes tell it all. She's a stay at home mom, like me, and she cannot wait until the day that she is where I am.
I on the other hand watch her and smile and at that moment she can read my thoughts through my thoughtful gaze as her and her husband lean into the back seat and fasten in their only child together. As Mom climbs behind the drivers seat and Dad climbs into the passenger side (another way to tell a SAHM if you've had enough practice) to make the drive home.
Just watching them I was able to feel how peaceful one child was. How quiet their nights would be after 8pm without three sets of teeth to brush, three faces and hands to wash. How at the supper table their eyes can rest on only one child.
An interesting thought, a mingling of moods that passed between two SAHM's. I hope for her she'll be there someday, and I know, like I, she'll have the memories of the times it was just one, and how now, it's something that she wouldn't change for the world.
Being out numbered is a nice thing when you can vividly recall memories of one.
So, I was all set to go into more details of recent thoughts, and events but our close neighbor friends showed up unannounced about 7:00pm with some beer and crown royal. They were out at Muldoons tonight for a date night-HEY! I !!-bet my cousin saw them there!!-and decided to stop here for some more cocktails and fun company until mom in law brings their three home from dinner and a movie..
Needless to say my mind has been altered and unless I want to get summoned with a DWB, I should just stop the typing and finish up the Bud Lights that are calling my name.
As my friend Susan would say,
HAVE NO SHAME.
Will talk about my MMR experience another day.
Besides, beer helps decrease side affects of the birth control pill.