One of the things I enjoy about going to town with Petra during the morning commute is the huge contrast between the glum-faced, gloomily-dressed office workers and the small girl in her purple clothes doing twirls on the eye of the fish mosaic on the corner of Courtenay Place and Tory Street.
Yesterday morning, she and I had a drink in Starbucks after we left Travis. Petra picked some comfy chairs in the corner near three men who were having a very serious and important meeting. One guy in particular was spouting the kind of corporate jargon that chased me out of High Tech in Vancouver. He was pulling together reports for clients and allocating resources all over the show. Petra spent her cafe time admiring her reflection in the window beside us, watching the yellow buses go by, and finally getting down on the floor for some soulful interpretive dance to the Norah Jones style singer crooning away on the cafe sound system.
Being a stay-at-home mum can be a lonely, boring undertaking at times, but when I look at the people trudging off to work in the mornings, I know where I’d rather be. Petra has fun; the world is fascinating and exciting; she’s enthusiastic about everything. And I have fun watching her and looking at the world as she sees it.