Here’s the deal: Layla’s turning four soon. She’s not in school, and has never been, and we have no plans to put her anywhere as yet, so help us God.
We’ve been lucky so far because we haven’t had to fend off questions and doubts and general negativity.
But there’s always a first time.
This morning, I followed a lead on the motherhood forum and got in touch with a home-based phonics tutor.
“Urm… no offence to you, but it’s important for a child to have social experience.”
What I said: We used to have five kids on this floor. At one point, quite recently, we had seven! Our doors are open to one another every single day, and the kids run in and out of homes and play with minimal supervision. And that’s just on this floor.
What I could’ve said: Why on earth would you want to make a “no offence” statement to someone you haven’t even spoken to for five minutes?
*gasp and giggle* (in response to what our school plans were, and hearing that Layla would either be enrolled in MGS or RGPS)
What I said: I attended both these schools, and she’s guaranteed a place in either school.
What I could’ve said: Lady, we’ve got three postgrad degrees between us so in the eyes of this country, my kid has good genes. And if it doesn’t work out, we’ll figure it out, because that’s what we do.
“Are you local??” (asked repeatedly throughout the conversation)
What I said: Yes.
What I could’ve said: I’ve already said yes, twice! Whaddya need, my birth cert?
Maybe I pegged this teacher wrong — after all I’m no angel over the phone either. Didn’t matter, because our conversation degenerated into a sort of “I’m not free and I don’t need you anyway” contest, and she really hit the fast forward button on her thank you and goodbye.
The search continues…