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A letter to the cool moms
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It's probably time I make some more apologies to explain my appearance and behavior at the morning preschool drop-off. - photo by Erin Stewart
Dear other moms at the preschool drop-off,

I am sorry you saw me once again scarfing down my morning oatmeal in the front seat of my car like an animal. I know you saw me spill some on my shirt, wipe it off and lick it off my finger. I know you turned away politely to save me embarrassment.

Thank you for that. Its probably time I make some more apologies as well to explain my appearance and behavior at the morning preschool drop-off.

First, I am sorry I dont usually make chitchat with you and the other mothers. This is not a reflection on how interesting I find you, but rather a statement on the fact that I have not brushed my teeth yet most mornings. So, I keep my head down and smile as I rush back to my car and my awaiting oatmeal.

Im sorry I dont own Lululemon yoga pants or run a minimarathon each morning during preschool hours. I have my suspicions that you dont either because no one could actually work out and still have their hair and makeup perfectly done at pickup.

Im sorry I have a whole Gollum-from-Lord-of-the-Rings look working for me in the morning. Remember that one time when I actually got showered and dressed up and people kept saying they hardly recognized me because it was the first time they had seen me out of my usual sweatshirt and bun combo? Good times.

But mostly, Im sorry I am not a morning person because I really am an outgoing, hygienic person at other times. Perhaps someday we will meet at some time other than 8 in the morning and you will see I do not always look and act like a hungry, homeless person with one outfit and perma-bad breath.

Until then, lets both keep smiling politely as I stumble by in the hallway and agree there are all kinds of moms in this world. When we all converge at the busstop or the drop-off, we cant help but feel a little bit like were back in high school reliving that terrifying moment walking into the cafeteria alone with everyones judgy eyes on us.

But heres the great thing: We are not in high school anymore! We are moms who have proven time and time again that we are amazing women and mothers to our children. Whether we are heading off to the office, the gym or home with our other children, we are all just doing our best and trying to ignore our insecurities around all the other "cool moms."

So you do your Lululemony-workout-pant thing and Ill do my sweatpants and oatmeal in the front seat thing, and Ill see you in a few hours to pick up my little girl, who swears I'm the coolest mom she knows.

Cheers,

Erin