Friday

Moms & Muffins 2008

OK, so today the B's school had its annual "Moms & Muffins," it's the other side of the "Dads & Donuts" pillow.

Here's the premise: The PTA hosts a once-yearly weekday a.m. event (8:00) for mothers. They have kids bring their mothers for muffins, donuts, juice, and coffee/tea. Unlike Ds&Ds where they are overtly attempting to build a better father-child-school relationship, Ms&Ms is basically a social hour. The key difference is that the assumption is that dads need to be brought into the system and that moms just need a breakfast treat.

Oh, naturally I volunteered to help host, serve, prep, and clean. Duh!

Observations:
1. Some of the younger teachers (l'il cutiepies them) are closer in age to my kindergartner than they are to me.

2. At one anchor of the mommie scale, there are the mid-career moms (those who waited to develop a life before giving life to others) around 37-42 years-old, some with foreign adopted kids. These moms possess a certain above-the-fray poise, in general. They are efficient, clearly driven and well-appointed. These moms do not know many of the other moms.

3. On the other end of the mommy scale are the young stay-at-home types. Your English Majors with their fancy "writing degrees") moms with lawyer husbands. They have two kids in school and one in a stroller. There's a slight dull pall to them as if the world is inhabited only by bees and she is somehow the world's only keeper. These moms know a lot of the other moms though.

4. There are hottie moms and nottie moms, rich moms and upper-middle class moms. There are Bluetooth moms (not hot) and frazzled moms. There are only a few clueless moms (like 5% compared with 80% of dads). Tall moms, short moms, moms with glasses and a whole bunch of moms who just remind you of what moms are all about. In total maybe there were 200+ of 'em. Moms. Moms. Moms.

5. In my group of host dads were three dads who were currently laid-off (excluding me since I don't use that status anymore). One dad had a Bluetooth earpiece and a Dallas Cowboys cap (but was a nice guy). One dad was the ex-hipster dad (but now has a medium starch shirt). One dad was a complete toolbag. There were eight of us. Dads. Dads. Dads.

6. Yes. There were MILFs.

7. I know more moms than dads. I know more teachers and staff than dads. Maybe it has something to do with my continuing (and continued) interaction and integration with the school through volunteering (classroom, field trips, and committee work).

8. About 25% of the food and beverage went unused. It all went straight into the staff lounge. Good.
The key difference is that the assumption is that dads need to be brought into the system and that moms just need a breakfast treat.