“I’ve just always called the Mom.”
Yes, I’m prolific today.
It’s a topsy-turvy world in which we live, and I’m always surprised when women are treated unfairly because of gender roles. My turn for a surprise was yesterday.
In our family, I’m the home parent. Yes, I have a business I keep alive, but mostly between 8 am and 1:30 pm daily. It’s not easy. But for our son, it’s the best possible- he has a parent pick him up from school, a parent to help with homework, a parent to which he must answer should he misbehave in class.
As the home parent, I’m also tasked with the school volunteer duties. Tasked sounds like burdened, but it’s our family’s way of pulling our civic weight. We’re not a family that can easily donate piles of money, but I have flexible hours, and am willing to use that time to benefit our school. That means, my son and I are on campus a LOT. The teachers and staff know me very well and, as best I can tell, are not “unfond” of me.
Months ago, our son ran and fell at school resulting in a broken arm. My mobile phone is the first number in the emergency contact lineup, followed by my office number, and our home number. But the office scrolls down and finds: The Mom. That’s who they call.
Now, my wife is an incredibly capable person, but she’s rarely on campus, and few of the staff and teachers could pick her our of a line-up of similarly beautiful women as my spouse. Actually, they might consider me undeserving of her- “Her? With Bowers? Nah-impossible!”. Nevertheless, they called her first when the arm was broken. I gently asked that, in future emergencies, please call the number my wife and I specified- that will likely result in the quickest response, with the least confusion. No problem, I was assured.
Fast forward to yesterday, when our son was involved in a minor skirmish in class with another child. Both children were dispatched to the school counselor, a bright and hugely talented individual who does great work for our school. The counselor counseled both kids, and as a matter of procedure, contacted a parent of both kids. And who do you think was called? Yup. The Mom.
So, I’m chopped liver? I had to ask why- were all my phone numbers skipped over? You know, the numbers specified to call in an emergency, or situations just like this?
“I’ve always just called the Mom.”
In the grand scheme of things, like global warming, financial bailouts, and odd behavior from Superintendents, this is truly a minor issue. But for me, it’s like that single mosquito on a hot summer night. It bugs me.
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