 I am an East Coast expatriate hiding out in the Midwest... I am an urban gal living in the suburbs and occasionally hiding in the country I am a yoga practitioner, fitness enthusiast, believer in the mind-body-spirit connection... I am a mid-life "revert" to the Roman Catholic faith in which I was raised and which has become an enormous source of support, encouragement, inspiration, and joy in my life... I am a mom, sister, daughter, and wife... I am an explorer; adventurous and curious about the world and people around me... I am educated in the formal sense but I gain insight through everyday living... I created this blog at a time of great fear and apprehension in my life. I chose to sustain it because of the discoveries about myself and the world around me that it has revealed. What you can expect to find here: the documentation of a love-hate relationship with the greater Philadelphia area reminiscing about the good-ole-days (the 80's!) complaints about my various ailments and injuries, both real and imagined pictures and stories of gardening, decorating, shopping, sewing my love of irony links to kooky news stories way too much scatological musing for sane people
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Sunday, September 25, 2005
I have been having a hard time this weekend. Mostly feeling overwhelmed with physical exhaustion, hormonal fluctuations, and the undeniable feelings of sadness that are unfortunately melded into this pregnancy.
Today we took my daughter bowling after a late lunch for a fun rainy-day Sunday activity. As we were leaving, at the shoe return counter, my daughter ran into one of her "best friends" from school, a gal named Annabella. My kiddo has mentioned Anabella many times as one of her "best buddies" and so of course she was excited to run into her outside of school.
Anabella tugged on her mother's shirttails and said, "Hey mom look!" And she sheepishly grinned at my little one. I smiled and said hello to the mother who merely stared back with a half-grin.
Anabella noted to my little one, "We're here to arrange my birthday party."
My little one excitedly replied, "Oh, can I come?"
Anabella hesitated and responded, "Oh, I just invited some friends. I forgot to invite you."
I intervened as Anabella seemed embarrassed in the awkwardness of the moment and interjected, "Oh honey, you know its probably just her family and stuff."
I then hustled my kid out of the bowling alley and into the car as the disappointment from witnessing this "rejection" firsthand began to fill me with sadness, and for some reason, guilt.
My kid made no mention of it, but I took the situation to heart. I understand that the party she was arranging is quite an expensive venture ($13 per kid according to the fliers posted around the bowling alley) and thus it would be mad to invite all 22 kindergardeners. However, I also know that Anabella's mother is part of a sort of "clique" of moms who hang out and chat while dropping the kids off at school. I have been avoiding the "chatty mom's club" ever since the kindergarden open house when one woman I knew slightly asked about my obvious pregnant state. Apparently I offered too much information as, upon hearing about the baby's maladies, she just stared back at me, literally slackjawed, in horror with no verbal reply. I have not volunteered any such information since. I still get occasional "Oh when are you due?" "Do you know what you're having? (boy or girl)" and so on from both aquaintences and total strangers. I now try to ignore the questions or divert the subject matter. Sometimes I get the inquiring minds to back off by merely stating, "Well I'd rather not discuss it. There are some problems."
I am not sure if slackjawed mom relayed my pregnancy issues to other classroom moms or what but both the "group" and I seem to elude the awkwardness by me standing away from the crowd or staying in my car at drop-off time or them not even looking at me anyway. I was fine with that "arrangement" until I felt like my lack of "connecitvity" to other parents trickled down to my daughter being excluded from the "invite" list.
Or who the hell knows...maybe my actions wouldn't have mattered anyway. But it made me sad, nonetheless. I don't think any parent wants to see their kids feelings get hurt, but for some reason, I was the one with the broken heart this afternoon.
Posted at 09:36 pm by brandy101
 |  |  | Lyly October 2, 2005 04:16 PM PDT
Everyone's already said it....*hugs** |  |
  |  |  | Giggles September 27, 2005 01:39 PM PDT
Ugh.....I hate that shit. When my kids get hurt, I swear it hurts me ten times more than it hurts them....sucks, huh?
And don't worry about the chatty mom's club, you are SO much better than that!
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  |  |  | Michelle September 26, 2005 07:24 PM PDT
I agree with Nic - its ok to be sad. Mommies get sad when they feel their little girls got excluded BUT if the exclusion was for the reasons you think damn those women have some serious bad karma coming back at them. Take your little girl for something special that night and have a mom.daughter night together! |  |
  |  |  | AbbyNormal September 26, 2005 02:08 PM PDT
I, too, avoid the gossipy-moms-at-the-kindergarten-waiting-area-clique. You did the right thing hustling your daughter out before any more awkward questions.
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  |  |  | Static Brain September 26, 2005 11:11 AM PDT
That is so sad, both your health problems and what they did to your child. I pray that you get through this difficult time in your life. I pray that God bless you in all that you do in this life and that God blesses your child too. While you go through dark days remember this:
1Thessalonians 5:17 Pray without ceasing.
Romans 8:26-28 ... we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. And he that searcheth the hearts knoweth what is the mind of the Spirit, because he maketh intercession for the saints according to the will of God. And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose. |  |
  |  |  | Nic September 26, 2005 08:09 AM PDT
I think you are carrying one hell of a load right now, and that "guilt" is a weight yuou needn't add to it. I know/assume it isn't a part of your nature to respond as I do when I am confronted by rude or offensive people, but sometimes even thinking "go f__k yourself" and leaving them with a smile is therapeutic.
You have had to make some difficult choices over the last few months, and have made them to your credit. I never thought much of the whole "mom clique" thing as a single father. Group mentalities have always turned me off, regardless of the group. Sorry your little one was disappointed, but maybe letting her think about her own b-day and talking about plans would remove the sting or perhaps a slumber party on the same day as Annabella's party . |  |
  |  |  | Greg September 26, 2005 02:04 AM PDT
It sucks to be left out, especially for kids, but you did good in helping to cover the situation, both for your daughter and for Annabella, who may not have had a choice in her guest list. |  |
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