With all these warm days we’ve been experiencing here in East Tennessee, the kids and I have spent several beautiful afternoons at the park. Better soak up the nice weather before it becomes unbearably hot, I say.
While pushing Ella on the swings, I smelled…something. I turned around a saw a woman pushing her daughter on a different set of swings smoking. It caught me off-guard because I NEVER see people smoking anymore. (Okay, NEVER isn’t entirely true, I see people smoking behind buildings on their breaks and inside their cars.) I guess it would be more accurate to say I rarely see people smoking anymore and almost never around kids.
I started to think about who I know that smokes and I could only think of a handful, not counting the social I-only-smoke-when-I-drink smokers. The people I know that smoke are very thoughtful not to smoke in my home or car or around my kids. In fact, I don’t think I ever see the smokers I know actually SMOKING.
Since we were outside at the park, I didn’t really care that the woman was smoking. It’s not like were were trapped in an elevator with her and her cancer stick. I did think that smoking at the park was, well…, I don’t know exactly WHAT I want to say. I guess if I were a smoker, the park is not a place I would smoke because I’d fear people (read: scowling mommies) might say something about smoking around kids.
I just never see other moms at the park smoking! It was weird, okay? Smoking is just not the norm in my group of friends and it’s not the norm at the park. Most of the moms I see at the park are sipping their Venti Startbucks coffees and talking on their cell phones while ignoring their kids.