We live in the city because we love it here. With the exception of college, I have always lived in a city. Jen grew up in a suburb of Boston. She has always been adamant that we will never live in a suburb. But she knows how unhappy I have been at my job so she agreed to my Plan B.
Plan A is to get a job. Plan B was to sell the house and move to someplace cheaper if I can’t find one.
But then I spent some time today in an actual suburb. My son enjoyed baseball so much that I signed him up for baseball camp. Today was my day to take him. When I dropped him off, my beautiful boy with long golden hair and an aqua shirt wandered into a sea of boys with buzz cuts and sports shirts. I became slightly alarmed so I hung back a bit. I was right to be nervous. He went and sat by himself and didn’t interact much until a couple of the other kids turned around and said something to him.
They asked him if he was a girl.
I looked around. Everyone was white. All of the mothers had the same blond highlights and same shoulder length hair. In the parking lot were rows of SUVs.
I felt sick. I hung around a bit to see what he would do and if he needed me. He seemed to be doing ok once the coaching started even if he wasn’t making any friends. Back at the car, I was so upset I called Jen at the hospital.
“This is the suburbs Googie. This is why we don’t live there.”
So we can just kill Plan B. We’re not moving out of the city. I am just going to have to put up with my crappy job and keep applying to new jobs until I land something. BUT just today I got a call for an interview. And it’s for a good job too.
As for P, Jen assured me that he shakes these things off. She pointed out that he has plenty of friends in the city and at least he doesn’t have to go to school with these kids. I guess this week he is going to learn how to field grounders…and that it’s ok to be different. I am glad he doesn’t have to brave that lesson every day.