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Obviously there are a few clear answers to the above question. Like, for
example, when a clueless camp counselor, or a bully, or even the willfully
oblivious parent of a bully poses a threat to your child. Or, say, when the
drunken divorcee with the boob job comes on to your husband at the company
holiday party. However, as the parent of three young girls, I question my
default policy of always attempting muzzle my inner Alpha Female in the service
of setting an example of how to be “good.”
I wonder: am I really doing my girls a favor? For every time I pat myself on
the back for not cursing like a sailor at some moron in front of me driving like
an elderly, inebriated Cocker Spaniel I clutch my head in my hands while
watching my 9-year-old daughter’s soccer team. Since The Striker, the star
player who used to score the majority of their goals, moved up to the travel
league they struggle to maintain their formerly prestigious ranking in our
little town. The Striker was the kind of kid who, whenever she even smelled the
ball, would seize it and drive it straight to the opponent’s goal with
everything she had, regardless of who was in her way. And guess what the mother
of one unfortunate recipient of an elbow-to-the-ribs called The Striker during
one particularly heated game? Yep, “That Little Bitch.” (The extreme gentility
and superior breeding of The Striker’s mother are the only reason that woman
still has teeth in her mouth. If someone had said that about my 9-year-old
daughter that would have been the last thing she ever said without lisping).
Now that “the Bitch” is gone, however, The Lawyer and her teammates
frequently do not resemble young athletes engaged in competition as much as
members of the Soccer Ball Appreciation Society holding a convention.
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