Wednesday, September 27, 2006

That's NOT how I roll

I have come to the realization that I am never going to fit in with the other Moms at preschool. I've tried, I've struggled and molded my regular-Haley self into my preschool-Haley self, and they are still not convinced. As they shouldn't be. It's all a show.

I don't drive a minivan. I will NEVER drive a minivan. I don't wear capris. I don't LIKE capris. I don't want to help with the Silent Auction or School Planning Committee. I want to drive my Xterra to school, wearing my low-waisted jeans, and organize a trip to the zoo where we will formulate a plan to free the giraffes. Unless, of course, they enjoy their living arrangements. Then they are free to stay. I want to teach a Friday class on how to mix Mommy a strong cocktail. I want to blow off the fall party and instead direct skits centered around the short stories of Edgar Allan Poe.

Somehow, I doubt the other preschool Moms would go for that.

My child will be the one who calls another kid a crackhead or a jackass. At some point, she will probably want to remove her clothing and flaunt her "girl parts" for all the world to see. And although I don't often agree with her choices and decisions, I also know that she's only three. She's got a lot of growing to do, and I'm not going to stifle that--merely offer what I can to help her grow into a happy, healthy individual.

And no matter who she becomes, I will always, ALWAYS love her to pieces.