I'll be honest. The instinctive part of me as a Mom, the part that wants to protect my children from cruelty, scrutiny, and humiliation of any kind wanted to scream, "TAKE THE COSTUME OFF, BABY! DON'T GO OUT THERE!"
How could I go back and face that lunch table with no ally, no disguise, no excuse to hide behind? I was always hiding, and I suddenly realized I was sick of it. Why should I hide, I thought, when none of this is my fault?