Preschule

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.