I hate where I live. I can’t relate to the other moms. There are two camps – the “perfect people” and the “special ed people” (who act like perfect people).
First I will describe the perfect people. The perfect people are first and foremost concerned about one thing: their image. These people have money, drive fancy cars, have “perfect” marriages, and above all — have perfect children. To them, their children reflect them. This is why such importance is placed on buying young kids the most expensive clothes, getting them the newest cell phone, having private tutoring, private sports coaching, private college advising. They brag about their child’s grades, friends, sports, belongings, accomplishments, achievements, acceptance letters, honors. Is life really so shallow?
I thought I might ‘fit’ better with the special ed parents. For sure, they have kids like mine. I went to various mom meetings at school, chatted with moms at pickup time, tried to connect with parents at birthday parties. What struck me was — these people are the same as the perfect people. They bragged about their child’s progress, their child’s achievements, their second homes, their home renovations, their perfect lives?!?! I was confused by this. How come no one spoke about the challenges, the difficulties, the setbacks, the roadblocks, the frustration, the sadness, the fear, the heartbreak? Did no one else feel it? Everyone was so content? Really?
I would move if I could, but my town happens to have excellent special ed services within the schools. This overrides my own dissatisfaction. I want my kids to have the best shot at life. Yeah, I’m angry that no one seems to be keeping it real. I guess that’s why I have this blog.