Sharing a child isn't as risk free as it might seem. Sure I can appreciate that my daughter has extra people loving her, and she gets to have a different perspective in parenting, but there's a small selfish part of me that still wants to dominate all the highlights.
The other day, my son looked at me with those same wide eyes that once asked, "Mommy, when I'm older will you marry me?" and asked, "Mom, I'm getting older, doesn't that mean I should start wearing Hollister?"
Someone once coined the term "Imaginary Audience Syndrome" to aptly sum up the experience of a typical middle-schooler as he moves through his day, certain of being constantly evaluated by his peers about everything from the way he laughs to the color of his shoelaces.
It's embarrassing when your office manager asks you to please wear a bra to work. It's even worse when that message is delivered to you via telephone -- as in, the game "telephone," where the manager tells your cubicle-mate who tells the receptionist, who gives the message to your best friend.
Nowadays, we are seeing the topic of genocide being covered even in the elementary grades and there is no consensus on when it should be introduced or taught. In my opinion, the topic of genocide should not be discussed prior to grade six.
Often, the mythical mean girls we feared in grade school -- and those we fear now -- may exist only in our own heads. And when it comes to all this leftover adolescent angst, women seem to have much thinner skins than men.
For the past two years, my girls have been in different schools -- one in middle, one in elementary. And, without making too big a drama out of it, I have to tell you that it has been a huge pain for my husband and me.