05/15/99
- Temecula, CA
The problem is, I'm a mother. As with any job one spends decades at, certain skills are
acquired for good and ill. For instance, my friend is a cop trained in security measures.
She has no fun at a grocery store because she always notices someone stealing. The rest of
us move on oblivious, but with her trained eye, she returns home cynical about the world.
The same with mothers. Just through experience, and without any extra effort on my
part, I can smell a lie a mile away. Behavioral scientists could outline, I'm sure, the
subtleties mothers pick up by habit -- loss of eye contact, the crook of a mouth. Whatever
it is, mothers have radars on lies. So, to sit in a parent meeting with a school district
official explaining the principal we had known and loved moved on with his career, when we
all knew he had been summarily dumped, was difficult to swallow. Strains of, "How
many times can a man turn his head, pretending he just doesn't see," ran through my
mind. I felt acutely embarrassed for this man, sitting there among mothers, spinning his
thread to the emperor's new clothes.
Same with accountability. For good or ill, I have become accustomed to accountability
in a world where I wield a lot of influence. Cries of, "He hit me," are followed
back to the accountable taunting which really began the ruckus. Words of excuse and
rationalization are rarely tolerated, at least not without pointed comment so everyone is
aware the wool over my eyes has slits. Procrastination or downright neglect are met with
consequences which bring results. So, it was again painful for me to hear the furniture
salesman explain someone had made a mistake resulting in the wrong piece being delivered
to my house when I held in my hand the order form with his writing and the wrong stock
numbers and knew that "someone" was him.
Same with judgment, a task mothers undertake on a daily basis, but is abhorred in the
outside world. When one spends their time checking each foundation of character in
themselves, because their is nothing like having your flaws smack you in the face in the
form of your child's misbehavior; and in their children; it is difficult to call wrong
right and bad good, when one then leaves the doorstep.
Just like my friend who wishes for the naivety to shop in peace, I sometimes wish to
take off the superman glasses giving me x-ray vision through the assemblings and
dissemblings of the business world, to return to the innocence of face value.
But then, I'm a mother -- thank heavens Bill Clinton's passed on. |