She only had eyes for him.
She listened attentively.
She asked questions.
She was seeking to understand.
I received the occasional glance.
But her attention was only for him.
She was engaged.
She was attentive.
She listened.
So what am I talking about?
I am talking about the things that are not known, not understood and not shared.
I am talking about the things working mothers, with magical spouses, bury, hide and deny.
I am talking about parents evening.
I am talking about how the teachers interact with my husband.
I am talking about how I get ignored as I clearly have no understanding of how my daughter learns or does her homework. Or how she behaves when things don't work out.
I am talking about the shame that mothers like me feel but never share.
So sorry to hear this. What a b****. Well, of course your husband is gorgeous. But that is no excuse. A girl's mum is her mum - why wouldn't a teacher respect that?
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We're doing a fab job.
Appalled of Reinach x