Ok. I get it. And, more importantly than that, I admit it. I will never be one of them.
You see them at the playground. At the Mommy and Me groups. With the toddlers who look like they just vaulted from the pages of a Baby Gap ad. Impeccably put together. With the latest thing toy hanging from their pudgy little hand. Wandering. And where is their mommy? In the clot of cackling hens at the edge of the playground. You know the ones. They talk through story time. They look at you glaringly when you silently try to shush them with a pleasant look that works on your two-year old but not on them.
I am sure that they interact with their children. But, you would never know it now. I have watched certain moms as they longingly wander from event to playground to event in search of some interaction for themselves, a lonely look in their eyes. I even say hello. Some of them chat for a minute. Apparantly, I am not the right kind of mom to talk to or invite into the group. I don't feel comfortable in the coffee klatch at the edge of the playground while my son roams around on his own. I pay for the classes that I take with my son and want to get my (and his!) money's worth. Besides, sometimes those puppets are just damn funny.
To me, it seems that some of them use their kids as the perfect accessory. Like those little yappy lap dogs popping up in Hollywood. Like I said, I will just never fit in. I will never be one of those moms. Thank God.
You see them at the playground. At the Mommy and Me groups. With the toddlers who look like they just vaulted from the pages of a Baby Gap ad. Impeccably put together. With the latest thing toy hanging from their pudgy little hand. Wandering. And where is their mommy? In the clot of cackling hens at the edge of the playground. You know the ones. They talk through story time. They look at you glaringly when you silently try to shush them with a pleasant look that works on your two-year old but not on them.
I am sure that they interact with their children. But, you would never know it now. I have watched certain moms as they longingly wander from event to playground to event in search of some interaction for themselves, a lonely look in their eyes. I even say hello. Some of them chat for a minute. Apparantly, I am not the right kind of mom to talk to or invite into the group. I don't feel comfortable in the coffee klatch at the edge of the playground while my son roams around on his own. I pay for the classes that I take with my son and want to get my (and his!) money's worth. Besides, sometimes those puppets are just damn funny.
To me, it seems that some of them use their kids as the perfect accessory. Like those little yappy lap dogs popping up in Hollywood. Like I said, I will just never fit in. I will never be one of those moms. Thank God.
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