Friday Mornings

To be honest, five weeks ago I was near-terrified of taking the job I now have. The people I met there were smart, kind, funny, and relaxed, so it was clearly an insecurity thing on my part. Somehow I’d been offered a seat at the cool kids lunch table, and I couldn’t imagine really belonging. Maybe I was letting my writing world interfere with my real world. Probably I was just overwhelmed with another new beginning. Adjusting isn’t my strong suit, though I seem thrive on big changes like getting married and pregnant in the same month, moving to a new state every five years, earning degrees I realize I’m not going to use, and trudging my way through entry-level jobs trying to see where I fit. But what else can you really do besides fling yourself at life and be flung? Being careful just seems dumb to me. If I were careful, I wouldn’t have flung myself at my new job and I would have missed out. The work is fun. The company is energetic. And as said, the people are good people.

One of the best surprises is having Fridays off. I work like a mad cat during the week, sitting all day with–and even eating at my desk with–my BFF, Google. The relationship is pushy and frustrating. I try to seduce her, and she sends me to go sleep on the couch. It’s the best way I can describe my job without boring you. So when Fridays arrive, there’s a sense of relief.

There’s also my kids smiling at me in the morning because it’s our day to walk to the bus stop together. You know how you have those kind of snapshot memories of happiness? Like when your best friend gets married or your big sister goes off to college? Or maybe even something smaller like laughing hysterically over a hallmark card with your mom or realizing your crush is crushing back? Well, having those kinds of moments with your kids may be the best thing there is in life. The first time I watched Eleanor on the carousel, we were on Pier 39. She was around 2 years old. Josh stood with her as the horsie bobbed up and down circled past again and again. He pointed to me and she waved awkwardly, trying to spot me. She passed by a couple of times, absently waving. When she finally caught my eye and smiled, I cried like she’d just gotten married. I still can’t define why the moment moved me. But the happiness felt pure. It was like the first time we’d ever seen each other. I get that way with Magnolia as she gets on the bus on Friday mornings, plops into her seat and waves goodbye to me as the bus pulls forward. It’s not that she loves school or I love seeing her leave, but there’s something altogether filled with love in that moment.

Happy Friday to you all.

Published by jody sparks

Jody Sparks Mugele spent her first career in marketing writing and leading teams of writers and editors. After her son came out as transgender in 2015, she dedicated herself to advocating for the rights of the LGBTQ+ community. For two years, she led the Indianapolis regional chapter of PFLAG, a nationally renowned LGBTQ+ advocacy group. She has given many conference talks about parenting trans kids, healthcare in the trans community, and suicidality among LGBTQ+ youth. And with GenderNexus, an Indianapolis-based advocacy organization, she created programming and led support groups to work with parents to help their children through all aspects of gender transition. She recently moved to Northeast Georgia where she is excited to develop opportunities to continue to strongly and proudly advocate for LGBTQ+ members of our society. She also LOVES kitschy Christmas crafting!

6 thoughts on “Friday Mornings

  1. Writing IS your real world (your post serves as mini-proof), and I’m not going to let you forget it, young lady, no matter how frustrated you get!! Please continue to let it interfere.

    I love that you have fridays — it’s so much better, really, than the couple of hours per evening you’d otherwise have. Because you know what happens to those two hours — you use them for laundry or spot-cleaning or helping with homework or tv watching and then POOF they are gone. A whole friday? Every week? Oh yes. Now that’s something to sink your teeth into. 🙂

    1. It is better than a couple of hours. I LOVE having dedicated writing time. That’s never been a luxury for me before now. I’ve always just stolen it. And also, I can’t even define “spot clean.” I live in filth. 🙂

  2. That’s so cool you have Fridays off. And the girls are at school so hopefully you get time to write. I’d so love it.

  3. O Jody!
    I LOVE hearing your heart/feeling your love for your girls….
    it’s such a beautiful expression of YOU!
    and you wondered if you’d be a good mom?????
    SILLY YOU!!!

    O can’t wait to come visit you guys sometime next year!!!!
    I’m missing you and this blog just brings that to the surface!

    1. It’s weird, maybe, but I’ll always wonder if I’ll be a good mom. I can’t wait until you visit! Are you sure you have to wait until next year?????? In the meantime, thanks for reading my blog, Jan. It really makes me feel loved.

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