Edamommy

Recently my son began attending daycare...which in and of itself is a major milestone, BUT whats even a bigger deal is that this is not your run of the mill daycare...no no, this is the Harvard of daycares. Within a week my little one was singing his ABCs and putting his own shoes on, drinking out of a cup and asking for foods by name. Yale here we come! But here's my dilemma: while this school is the be all and end all in daycares i cant help but feel a little self conscious about the fact that I am one of very few single parents at the school. Each day i find myself working extra hard to make sure everything from my little one's clothes to his lunch reflect the fact that I am an awesome mom...why? I HAVE NO IDEA. the sheer lunacy of this aspiration came to a head one night as i was packing lunch for the next day. Because i had not had a chance to go grocery shopping the only thing in the fridge that he might eat was pizza. i panicked. there was no way i could send my baby to school with pizza for lunch when the ther children's lunch boxes were full or tortellini, 312 grain bread (yes, 312 whole grains), and edamame. what kind of person would they think i was if they found out i was serving my child pizza!?
a few months in to the ritual i have become more comforable with being myself around the other moms, i still cant help but wonder what it is inside of us that makes us think that we have some standard to measure up to. regardless of whether my son eats cookies or apples, soy milk or water or indulges in the ocasional ice cream cone he is still a bright beaming demonstration of the love that he receives on a daily basis. besides, he's way smarter than those edamame eating tikes anyway ;-)