|Tales from the Mommy Track is a weekly column about the daily life of a part-time working mom. Risa Green is a critically acclaimed author who lives in Los Angeles. Her previous adult novels, Notes from the Underbelly and Tales from the Crib were made into a television series. Her latest novel, The Secret Society of the Pink Crystal Ball, is a Young Adult book that will be released in September, 2010.|
With my daughter away at sleepaway camp all summer, I’ve been getting some really yummy alone time with my son. He’s such a different kid without his big sister around; it’s as if he can really be himself, without having to worry about her interrupting him or making him feel stupid or teasing him. As much as I miss my daughter, I do love this time with my son, because I feel like I get to know him in a way that I otherwise never would. What I hadn’t bargained for, however, is the education I’ve been receiving in all things Pokémon.
Depending on how long you’ve been reading this blog, you may or may not know that I’m an author. My first book came out in 2005, titled Notes From the Underbelly, which was a fictionalized account of my own experience with pregnancy, followed by the sequel, Tales From The Crib, chronicling the same character’s first year of motherhood.
I've been getting a lot of funny e-mails lately about parents of sleep away campers. There's a blog post on suburbbabble.com, there's an Edge City comic strip, and there's an xtranormal cartoon collecting hits on YouTube. They're all different mediums, but they all deal with the same thing: the obsessive way in which parents of kids at sleep away camp pore over the pictures that are put up on the camp websites each day.
My husband and I have been together since 1993. If you’re not so good at math, that’s coming up on 20 years. Or, to put it another way, it’s officially half of my life.
You hear all the time about how hard it is to be a girl in our society, and with all of the body image issues, the mean girls and the sexualization of just about everything, it surely is. But you rarely hear people talk about how hard it is to be a boy today, and I can't help wondering why that is. Because while I might not be a boy, as the mother of one, I can tell you that it's no walk in the park.
Last year at this time, I was a total wreck. I was sending my nine year-old off to sleepaway camp on the other side of the country, where she didn’t know a soul. Granted, I had gone to camp there and I knew the owners and their (now grown) children.
I think we’ve all seen enough bromance movies by now to know that men follow a “Guy Code.” As in, they don’t talk about what happens at bachelor parties, they don’t date their best friend’s exes, and they don’t eat each others’ fries.
But whether you know it or not, there’s also a “Mom Code” that we all need to live by. The rules are pretty simple, and you’re probably already following them out of courtesy, but just in case, here they are: