What do you get when you put a bunch of “I used to be somebody with air miles, an expense account and fancy suits” ex-working moms with school-aged children together? Welcome to volunteerism as a competitive sport.
Class mom, Hockey/Soccer/Baseball/Swim Team manager, Hot Lunch coordinator, Crossing Guard, Parent Advisory Committee member, School Board liaison officer, Gala chair, Community Outreach Coordinator, Parade Float Designer, Social events organizer, Fundraiser, and the list goes on and on and on. Each Mom (and sorry Dads, but it’s about 90% moms) self-imposes pressure on herself to perform all the mind-numbing minutiae with grace, efficiency and full disclosure to the other non-volunteering moms, which serves to remind everyone just how incredible these Super Moms truly are. After all I feel pretty super when I get all 3 kids to school on time with brushed teeth! But seriously, we should thank God for these Super Moms, because somebody’s got to do it. And get it done, they will!
But when 7 moms (3 Super and 4 Regular) weigh in with differing opinions on what season end Thank-You gift to get for their son’s soccer coach, 52 group emails and zero decisions later, I’m wishing I was a Dad.