At the end of August I was able to take my daughters to San Francisco courtesy of EA to visit their corporate headquarters as well as Maxis Studio to get a look at their newest titles. It was by far the greatest blogger junket I’ve been on simply because I was able to bring my children. Even though I know most of these trips I attend are structured for moms only, because EA wanted to reach moms and our children, this trip was especially nice.
Before we even got to California, as my daughters and I were idly waiting in Philadelphia for four hours to board our flight to San Francisco I noticed an African-American woman pushing one of those rolling trash bins past us. She appeared to be about my age, mid 30s, and was a little round in the hips, but by no means overweight.
She was walking fairly slowly knowing she was taking all the travelers’ trash to that secret place behind the bright magazine stores and crowded fast-food restaurants we never see. The woman didn’t have a pleasant look on her face; in fact, it seemed she didn’t notice any of us around her. Perhaps she was mindlessly imagining what it would be like to board a plane and travel somewhere she’d never been. Maybe she was wishing she could trade places with any of us who didn’t have to push around trash for a living. Maybe she was just thinking about her next task after dropping off the trash.
Wearing a grey nondescript uniform I could tell she probably had children to feed and a household to maintain, but could never make ends meet. I could see her entire life written on her face. She didn’t look thrilled about her position in life. She was just going through the monotonous motions of her job, pushing trash to be disposed of. Then she disappeared behind a heavy black door and that was the last I saw of her, but she’s remained with me every since.
Sometimes I forget how incredibly, incredibly fortunate I am that companies fly me (and sometimes my children) all over the country to see their products up close and get a glimpse of their corporate culture. Sometimes I forget how lucky I am to have a computer and Internet access. Yes, I work hard for everything I have, but truly some people cannot afford Internet access and can’t even imagine buying a computer. Some people cannot even keep the lights on let alone become a mom blogger.
So often we get wrapped up in who’s going where, who got tapped to be on this panel or that panel, and how many hits we get on our blogs that we sometimes forget there are moms out there pushing trash for a living.
I don’t ever want to forget that and want to always use my life and experiences for good and uplift as many people as I can.