I live in a upwardly mobile suburban area of Massachusetts. I moved here 12 years ago before I got married for no other reason than the taxes were low and for the commuter rail which was easy access to Boston for the hubster. I wasn't looking at schools, housing costs, blah blah blah. I was looking to move out of my parents' house and to marry Mike...that was pretty much it.
Funny thing happened on my way to my late thirties...the town boomed.
I had my two children and continued to work.
And about three years ago I had my first experience with sending my daughter to public school.
I also had my first experience with an Uber-Mom
On Cat's first day of Kindergarten I was approached by the soon-to-be-named classroom mom. I had no idea what that was, but apparently it's someone who assists the teacher in getting information out to the parents, etc.
To hide her identity, let's call her Becky...
Becky The Room Mom was dressed in full Talbots casual wear from head to toe. Her beautiful highlighted hair was flipped out on the bottom and neatly blow dried. Nails, subtle, but painted, clutching her Louis Vuitton backpack. Of course, she was petite and drove the largest suburbanescaladevolvomobile I had ever seen.
I hated her instantly....jealous perhaps? (hell YEAH)
Apparently Becky's daughter and Cat were in the same $60-a-month ballet school together, so we got to talking. Not only was Becky's daughter in ballet, she also did karate, soccer, daisies and piano.
My first thought: "Where do you find the time, what does your husband do for work and are they HIRING?"
After I sheepishly admitted that my daughter was only participating in ballet, Becky's mom requested the ever-so-popular playdate. So I knew my next statement was going to go over like a lead balloon.
"...Well, I ..um work full time so it would need to be a Saturday or Sunday..." (cough cough) as I nervously shifted my eyes around the room to see if I was going to be thrown out for being a working mother.
"No problem, do you want to do it at my house or yours?" (Yes ,she lived in a starter mansion)
As the years went on I watched Becky and realized she was truly Super aka Uber:
- Volunteered in the classroom constantly (she always got picked as room mom and to chaperone for field trips)
- Worked out in the best gym
- Perfect Straight hair that flipped at the bottom
- Said words like "terrific" and "super"
- Her kids were the first ones in school to have crocs
- Had lots of Southern Living home parties
- Called the Principal of our school by her first name (I never had the guts to do that)
If you are an Uber-mom, don't feel insulted...just feel envied!!!