It was a cold, shivery night but Chloreene felt like being out. It wasn’t easy going out without other friends to join or much money. Everyone was busy working or with family tonight so off to the coffee bar for Chloreene. It was the kind of place many people came to alone. Perhaps because they were performing… On a cold night like tonight it attracted those looking for warmth. Even better was when they were dressed sexy.
The next up was just that. Light, latin, thick thighs with a bountiful breasts. When she spoke she had that sexy New York accent, probably more of a Brooklyn persuasion but that’s she could live with.
“Sucker Moms
The ones that talk about their kids all the time. The ones that answer every single question, hanging on every word their precious darling says. Documenting so much of it on social media. Every word, thought, emotion and situation laid out for community scrutiny. Consensus is NOT your friend!
Moms that only buy for their children. Moms that wear the same two pairs of jeans for a year while their darlings are outfitted in the latest from Gymboree or Justice. Their every thought is to create an amazing space, a space from out of the pages of a magazine. A controlled environment, free of problems.
Moms that subscribe to every magazine on parenting available. Special articles dog eared and annotated. Moms that never have the news on in front of their kids. Moms that keep FOX news on most of the day. Moms that are convinced paying full price, in season, equals quality. Not!
Moms that hold on to every tidbit of childhood. Bins stuffed in the basement. Choosing to donate well after things are out of style. Moms that throw away that painted handprint the same day it comes through the door. Moms that sell off every stitch of clothing they can get a buck for. Moms that hand you a William Steig 1st edition SHREK! because they “no longer need it”.
Moms that never yell at their kids, hardly speaking above a whisper. They consider opinions of those outside their household in the highest regard. They confer civilly with their spouse on topics ranging from chicken nuggets for dinner to the darlings trust funds.
Moms that demand results for their hard earned dollars. Experience is great but trophies are better.
Moms that go for long walks with their kids. Moms that include their kids in their lives. Moms that support their kids. Moms that cheer and boast.
Moms that are over-involved with teachers and staff at school. Moms that bring goodies for people that get a paycheck. Moms that want to make the favorable impression at any price.
Moms that won’t make a way for their child to save up for an expensive “want” but will buy many cheaper unnecessary items. Moms that give Santa a lot of credit. Moms that “do” Santa and those that don’t.
Moms that are members of churches but won’t open the bible. Moms that really want to connect but are afraid.
Moms that advocate for girls to “be strong” “be fierce” but communicate be anything other than “a mom”. Terms like “mom jeans” “mom mobile” come to mind. Whatever you do girls, don’t grow up to look “like a mom” and certainly don’t internalize that “like a girl” stuff.
Moms that make mistakes. Moms that love their kids.”
The young woman took a step down from the podium. She maneuvered around the thundering applause to her seat near the back of the room. It seemed she was avoiding Chloreene’s unwavering stare. The young woman had heard it was the best way to build up a memorable experience for the viewer. So much of performing the spoken word was showmanship.
As she relished her success and started gathering up her things, a woman walked up to her.
“Hi… I really liked your flow”
“Oh, thanks so much” she smiled. She had a gorgeous bleach white smile and red
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