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I’d like to paint a little picture for you of how I “chose” my middle school, or junior high as it was called in my hometown.
My siblings and I piled into our 1990 red Suburban one warm August morning. My lips were frosted to pink perfection, I was 25 years ahead of the VSCO trend with my new hair Scrunchie, and my mom was on the verge of an aneurysm because we were already 10 minutes late. (Some things never change). We dropped my little sister off at the neighborhood elementary school, drove 5 minutes up the road to my new junior high school, I got out, and that was it.
Every few weeks or so an article comes out, purporting to finally tell it like it is and give us parents some tough love so we can all see what horrible failures we are and what rotten kids we’re turning out. You know, something totally different from those other articles that came out a few weeks before, telling us what horrible failures we parents are and what rotten kids we’re turning out.
My twins are in the same class at school, and for the past few months my daughter has complained off and on about a boy bothering her. He is rude to her, insults her, yells at her, the list goes on and on. Every time she brought this up, my son would get very angry because it just so happens that this other boy is a friend of his. He felt hurt that she said bad things about his friend. She felt hurt that he didn’t believe what she was saying. Everyone would blow up at each other and then go off to their own corners until the topic inevitably came up again.
This past week I attended the Mom 2.0 Summit here in Austin. It’s this whole shindig where you’re supposed to schmooze with companies and talk about marketing, sponsorships, and other influencer type things. (Also, can we talk about how much I hate the word ‘influencer’?). Not really my scene, but there actually were some people I wanted to meet, and it was a rare opportunity to hang out (drink) with my online writer friends.
A few months ago I was served a big ol’ helping of judgement by a fellow mom. I know, I know, I was shocked, too.
I’ll spare you the details, but the gist of it is that I walked in on her commenting to another woman about the cleanliness, (or lack thereof), of my house. I froze when I heard her, shame immediately flooding my body. My smart ass side mercifully kicked in a few seconds later, and I greeted her with the biggest oh-yeah-I-heard-you smile I could muster. She had the decency to look mortified. Continue reading “Thank you, Judgmental Woman!”