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Friday 4 September 2009

Enemies At The School Gates

first grade
While the journalism in the Daily Mail may border on scaremongering on a daily basis, the writing for women is occasionally excellent if only in terms of its cringe-worthy ability to tell it exactly like it is (excluding anything spluttered from the vitriolic, whinging gut of one Ms Liz Jones).




Take today. There is a laugh out loud funny article by Rachel Halliwell about the Mothers you meet at the school gates, including The Super Mummy, The Yummy Mummy, The Pushy Mummy, The Slummy Mummy, The Right-On Mummy and of course the dear old Earth Mummy, that I defy anyone who has done their time as a grown up on the playground not to find hysterically amusing…


Last year in Keeping up with Mrs Jones I, as a new Mummy at the oh so terrifying school gates, had a minor rant about the same subject, finally declaring that we should “Say be damned to toxic Mummies everywhere!”, but twelve months on as those same Mummies I slated have become part of the fabric of my day, and have ceased to be nameless irritants in head to foot Boden, they have become to my mind at least, rounded human beings with all the same flaws I have. (In better clothes). Yes I could line them up and divide them into groups labelled accordingly, but Rachel Halliwells stereotypes are just that, stereotypes and merely give us permission to feel, for whatever reason we see fit, a teeny bit superior. Because we do don’t we? We set ourselves apart from women who are not the same as us and while simultaneously dying inside from all our own failings as Mummies, declare them wanting for being too pretty, or too neat, or too fussy, or a bit minty or God Forbid, being just too downright, bloody perfect. Which is of course, the height of bloody rudeness and a downright affront to those of whose who barely function at eight thirty five in the morning…


But enough already. As the return to school in these parts, (oh glory be!) looms large on Monday morning, it struck me today that we are all in this together. And that more than that we need each other.


Which doesn’t mean I won’t wander away from Earth Mummy shaking my head in bewilderment or seethe in envy driven fury when I encounter Super Mummy on Monday morning. It just means I’m human right? I’m just a bit more human than necessary methinks. One day I’ll get over myself. We can but dream.

4 comments:

Mrs. Cozy Home said...

I read that exact article and started to remember all the not-too-nice gate encounters of last year and started to... well... dread this week.

But you know what? I think I like your take better. I'm going to re-read this before our first day of school :)

Anonymous said...

Oh I'm so glad i don't have to go through this! The bus stops practically on our door-step! But it is true that they're too much one-upmanship among us ladies. We need to give others, and ourselves, a break and realise we're all doing the best we can out there.

Nicole (Ontario, Canada)

laney said...

...oh my...mummies are mummies...or mommies as we say in the US ...the outside my be different...the insides are probably just exactly alike...and allison...just think...you are most likely the famous mommy...i mean mummy!!

Unknown said...

So true! Mummies are mummies, even when annoying. Although I was none too happy when my son's friend's mummy told me she didn't recognise me cos I'd put on weight ...

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