Thursday, August 29, 2013

Peer Pressure

Don't completely balk at this concept, but I don't really like to be the center of attention. I don't want all eyes on me and I certainly don't want to take part in anything that mildly resembles audience participation. I get nervous walking into a new store/restaurant/situation/etc. without a friend/husband/baby in tow for fear I won't do it right or everyone will suddenly be staring.
So when I got the newsletter from Bimmer's school about an "End of Summer Bash" I wrote it off. There was no way I was going to hang out with the other parents at her daycare. Have I mentioned that she's in a bit of a snobby one?
But then the RSVP list got posted. And day after day, more and more names went up. At first, I honestly was pretty convinced it wasn't going to work out anyway - Puff was in Michigan and I had a major client in that week. Then I found myself caving to the peer pressure... at 31 years old.
I put my name on the damn list.
The smile on Bimmer's face when she saw me walk into her classroom to get her was priceless. I didn't care if none of the other parents even talked to me. My baby girl was pumped that her Mommy was there with her.
And you know what happened? I sat with some of the other parents from her class and they didn't hate me. They didn't shun me. They engaged in conversation with me, talked to Bimmer as if they knew her, and I survived. Puff even texted me that he was proud of me. We had some pizza (Bimmer's first time trying it) and apple sauce and then I hung around for a little while so Bimmer could play on the big kid playground, where they were having the party.
Bimmer played with her little friends, ran around showing me everything, and taught me an important lesson. Being a mom means tucking away your insecurities, manning up, and doing things you may find uncomfortable. In the end, it will always be worth it to see your child light up.

1 comment:

The Fischer Family said...

You are awesome my friend!