Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Could've been so beautiful...could've been so right...



I brought Junior to the park this morning because I took the day off and it was 45 degrees out, which felt like 80 after the cold spell we had last week.

The park in Mulletville is a nice enough place. There are some swings and a duck-laden pond. The local high school track team practices there so sometimes we get to watch skinny, out-of-breath pimpleheads run by (Where’s Waldo? always seem to come to mind).

There’s also a fountain by which moms congregate.

I don’t like the fountain. There’s something intimidating about moms who clump together and pass around Cheerios. For a group that’s supposed to be so nurturing and supportive (I’m grossly generalizing here), they can be downright snarky. They size you up, size your kid up, whisper, etc. It’s enough to make you feel like you’re back in your fifth grade cafeteria.

Needless to say, I’m not an infiltrator; I’m more of a fringe hanger.

I’m also a heckler. As Junior and I made our way to the path so we could avoid the bustling matriarchal fountain, we passed a chain of four moms doing lunges and Mountain Poses as they pushed their strollers. Ick. Blech. Stroller yoga? I don’t want to watch anyone’s spandex creep up her ass as she reaches for the rising sun. Don’t pretend you live in California; accept the fact that you live in a gray, barren state and do your muscle communing indoors.

So back we headed to the fountain.

And that’s when I saw her. Pale skin. Long, black hair. No rat tail. Fit, but not neurotically so. Standing away from the crowd, watching the ducks with her toddler son. Quiet or anti-social? It was hard to tell. The sunbeams reflecting off the fecal-encrusted pond caught her earrings and I thought Would you be miiiine? Could you be miiiiine? Won’t you be…my neighbor?

Ever notice how trying to befriend a fellow mom can feel like you’re picking someone up at a bar? I mean, you both have kids but so what? You both have arms and yet you don’t go out in public and strike up conversations about that.

“Hi, I, uh, noticed you also have a limb with a hand attached to it. How’s that, uh, going for you?”

Nonetheless, she had a smokin’ rack so I pushed Junior’s stroller closer. Junior, in his social vomiting way, yelled, “Hiyeah. Moon. Uh-oh. Illy. Dada. Hiyeah. Mama. Happy. Nose. Juice. Eye. Oh no. Hiyeah.”

Her son, who was sitting on the ground eating Cheetohs straight from the bag, gave me a blank look. That should have been my first clue, but the woman kind of nodded, so I did that thing where you wear a perma-smile so as to convey the fact that you’re sunny, approachable, sketchy. She smiled back.

Bingo!

“The ducks look cold,” I offered.

Idiot! A) It was practically warm out and b) how about, “Hi, my name is Mrs. Mullet and we both have kids so why don’t we talk about the one thing we have in common in that sardonic, fatigued way moms do?”

I can’t understand why the mothers at the park aren’t begging me to join their elite Cheerio circles.

She snickered and picked up her kid. “If I was a duck, I’d only fly back to Connecticut to take a shit.”

Well, there you have it. Clearly we would not be sipping hot chocolate together as we discussed our children—or our appendages. Though as I walked back to the car I did realize our mutual disdain for this state could have been our saving grace.

If only...

13 comments:

Deb said...

Ugh. Maybe you can accidentally knock one of them into the fountain. Bet you'd get some good conversation then!

Nicole said...

Oh I can so relate! I remember the first time I took Kate to the playground... :) All the "usuals" sitting together nestling their babies like they were posing for a Parenting magazine...

Since I'm new to town now, I'm on the rim again--my issue... Kate just walks up to the group and says, "Wanna play." Oh to be 3 again...

Leanne said...

Yep. It's hard making new friends when one moves. I liked about one Mom in forty. I liked THAT Mom and her parenting style in one in four hundred. And the Mom, Dad and kids all liking each other? That happens about one in forty thousand. BUT I moved six times in ten years...three countries, six house, three kids...and it DID happen. Finally. Every time. Keep the faith! :)

Keely said...

I totally know how you feel. Somehow I expected to be part of the 'cool moms' just because I had a kid - I have no idea WHY, I've never been part of the 'cool' anything, nor would I want to be. Especially if it means I have to do 'stroller yoga'.

Lidian said...

Oh, the memories of exactly this sort of thing in the playground, in the schoolyard - double triple UGH. I am so grateful that my kids are older.

I wish you lived near me! We would totally be friends, I know. Deb, Nicole and Leanne, same thing. I'll help Deb accidentally knock the yoga moms into the pond.

Small Town Mommy said...

Don't tell, but I share the same contempt for Connecticut. I was dragged here, kicking and screaming, by my husband. There was an article a few years ago in the NY Times that Connecticut is less friendly than most of the rest of the country.

By the way, being in with the "cool" moms is overrated. I was part of that group for a while and I hated it.

Unknown said...

Oh, you never know. Next time you see her maybe she will give you a smile and you can approach again. Or not. Didn't know that you were in CT. Hmm. Interesting.

Carol said...

I dunno...She sounds kinda cool. Maybe that was her edgy, post-modern way of saying, "Why can't we be friends, why can't we be friends...?"

Frogs in my formula said...

Maybe next time I see her I'll have a better pick-up line...

Petra a.k.a The Wise (*Young*) Mommy said...

Maybe she just didn't take her meds that day...

Dto3 said...

Your new friend with the "smokin' hot rack" deserves a second chance. I'm sure Mr. Mullet would agree. Invite her over for tea right after work.

Temple said...

I'd give anyone a second chance that travels with Cheetos...straight from the bag! Oh, and curses in an appropriate context...more bonus points.

Casey said...

I'm always doing the same bumbling "will you be my friend" act too. It's hard to meet mom friends, especially with a sense of humor about parenting. I think making mom friends is harder than dating was..Good luck.....

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