I can relate even though now my girls are all grown up. We used to live in an upscale Charlotte suburb where most of the moms stayed home taking care of their bodies first children second. I was out of place from the get go because I worked, I wasn't a big spender and I was a few years older than the median age of about 32. Things got worse when I sent my older daughter to a private high school which was a great school, but full of very wealthy up and comers who looked down on me for not having as much and for not working. what was wrong with this world? All of us were spending a lot of money to educate our kids yet the old "I have more money than you do" rules seemed to apply.
Now a few years later my daughter who is now in college told me that the other moms would gossip about me even IN FRONT OF HER. I just found this out! Because I worked and they did not, I asked them to pitch in more for the driving although I was willing to offer bartering (I am in a service business) for the extra day of driving. I figured since they didn't work and I did they would be willing to do a bit more. No such chance! Anyway, the mean girls mentaility lives on way pass middle and high school. It's sad, but the best thing to do is find yourself in other things because making friends with the other moms can be a losing battle.
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The (Play) Dating Game
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Today when we have a snow day, my kids sled down our front hill by themselves. Front yards are empty and the street is quiet except for the occasional laugh of a child cavorting in his own backyard.
It seems that we are up against a rising tide of scheduled childhoods born from a culture of fear. No one I know allows her young child to explore the woods, wander local neighborhoods or ride a bike across town without supervision. Children can't play in their own front yards without parents' sitting on guard at the window. We have come to accept that it is our job to keep our children from harm at the expense of everything else.
Because of this, parents can no longer count on the spontaneity and curiosity of childhood to bring children together for social interaction. Instead, we schedule them in sports and dance and after-school programs where other adults set limits and structure the time. It seems we are all running in different directions, looking to come together, but flailing alone on the fringes.
Thus we find ourselves playing the dating game. You charm, you negotiate, you compare and you settle. I don't try as hard as I used to. In many ways, I am selfishly hanging on to the last few moments when my son will want to be with me; all too soon the time will come when "Mom = uncool." And yet … I've made a strategic move in the dating game: I've decided to play hard to get.
A few weeks ago I got an e-mail from the mother of one of my son's friends: "Hey! We haven't seen you guys in a long time. How about a playdate on Saturday?" I think this new approach is working.
Augusto lives in Northbridge, Mass.
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