Tara started to express that she wished I could be a “real mom,” too, and show up at the Class Coffees like the other moms. What could I do? I called a teacher at the school whom I was friendly with and asked how many mothers were actually attending. Then I figured out who wasn’t there. The next time Tara mentioned it, I rattled off the names of the other moms in her grade who skipped it. It was my way of coping but may not have been a satisfying response for my young daughter.
