Okay, so this is my third child going through preschool. I am an old pro at this now. I no longer cry, like I did with my first child Luke, when the teacher pulls me aside and tells me that my child is having difficulty cutting with scissors. In that case, I headed home and had Luke practice diligently with those scissors until it had knocked any more negative scissor commentary out of the teacher’s mouth. Though I thought I was beyond crying when someone criticizes my child, I did it again today. This I could chalk up to week 33 of pregnancy hormones, but I suspect that it is more due to the fact that I fiercely love my children.
Transparency- this is not an easy task for women, but mothers have discovered that it is the rope by which we hang onto our sanity. Before we have children, we can afford to fake it because when you are centered on yourself, faking it pays off. However, when our existence becomes entirely about another person and that person, small as they may be, does not cooperate with our faking it, we must know that we are not alone. I need to know that my child is not the only one who refuses to say please and thank you no matter how many times I have emphasized its importance. I need to know that my child is not the only one who bites every member of his family and then some. I need to know that I am not the only mother who cries every time a teacher discusses a problem or weakness with my child. This is why mothers must choose to lay our weaknesses and failings at one another’s feet. So we know we are not alone.