I've been married for 6 years, my husband & I own our home, &
he's a gainfully employed, highly skilled web developer. We have a
little boy, Solo, he's 2. He's easily the love of my life. He's smart
& considerate, clever & imaginative. Everyone we meet thinks
he's the cutest/sweetest/sharpest little thing on two legs.
I
am not your typical soccer, PTO fundraising, Pinterest mom. I shave my
head, I have tattoos, my septum is pierced, I wear weird clothes. I
enjoy expressing myself visually, as I don't always feel comfortable
expressing myself verbally.
Solo just started preschool
at the local synagogue. We are very fond of the rabbi there & very
much want our son to be a part of that community. I know that it's not
meant, & I have grown accustomed to being looked at twice, but I
kind if dread dropping Solo off at schule when the other mothers are
there. They're all very polite, but they all know each other & have
their cliques & they're chums with the teachers. I sit quietly on
the floor playing cars with Solo while all the kids filter in for
morning classes & the women gather around the door & cluck like
hens. The door I have to walk through to leave after my boy is ready for
me to go. They all smile, they all say good morning, they all sincerely
coo at my little man, but I am not one of them. I can't be.
