First piece I am lamenting my ability to hold the line with the daughter on proper school footwear. As I wrote this for the mommy blog, it reminded me of a middle school friend whose mother made her wear winter boots until May every year.
While the rest of us were splashing about in the April showers in our Adidas (the height of cool in 1977) runners and track jackets, she was shod in grandma boots with the zipper up the front and a mid-calf ringed with fake furry fabric that pilled and her winter jacket from Sears.
“Was she scarred for life?” Rob asked as I related the woeful tale of my old buddy.
“Well,” I said, “the last I heard of her she was a teacher at a community college somewhere in Florida and working on her third husband.”
True. By the time we were thirty, she’d run through two husbands and her potential third was about eight years younger than we were. I don’t know for sure he was a student, but the evidence was damning.
However, in case you missed Rob’s point – I didn’t – the boots were not the likely cause. She had the misfortune of being the catalyst behind her parents marriage, and her mother felt that her great potential had been cut down before it could bloom by my friend’s untimely arrival. Seriously. Even though we were all very young, it was evident to us that she was flogging her daughter with her thwarted ambitions rather than asking herself why she simply hadn’t used a more reliable method of birth control – like abstinence perhaps? Jae was the family go-to in a Cinderella way while her younger brother, an obnoxious cry baby, was the second coming.
“You are going to cave on the shoes,” Rob told me.
“I told her only as treat,” I conceded.
“You totally caved,” he confirmed.
I have not. Dee only gets to wear the flip flops on the last day of school, which is still months off.
The other posts are about racism in Mississippi schools (hardly worthy of a stop the presses but reprehensible never the less) and bribing kids (in some instances it works beautifully).
Forgive my lazy blogging. Allergies are kicking me hard.
* A must click. There is a current pic of Paulina that leaves me in awe.