A Competimommy, that is. They've been written about all over the blogosphere lately. Mom-101 described her encounter with one in the dining room of her hotel.
"The light bulb went on over my slightly dense new mommy head. I was getting this little girl's resume disguised as chitchat. I had heard of these types of mothers but had never actually encountered one in person. (Probably because I did not have a playgroup.) I was so excited. A real live, CompetiMommy. Right here! Talking to me! If only I had had my camera on me.
The questions continued to fly: Do I take classes with my daughter? Does she know sign language? Does she take swimming? Is she good on the plane? How many words does she have? It was exhausting."
My encounter was a little different. I was at work and there was a little girl and her mom there just lingering. J is coming to work with me for the summer so she was there too. This little girl and J started coloring together. The mom felt it necessary to tell me that her darling daughter started drawing at 5 months. Because, of course, her daddy is an artist.
She went on to brag that they were heading to the library so she could pick up her daughter's award. "She's read the most books out of her playgroup." I acted impressed, but really who cares?
Then came the whopper. "Sophia, do you need to use the potty?" she asked. The girl is 2 years-old for christ's sake. J is 3 years and 1 month and she screams at the mere mention of the porcelain princess.
Needless the say we lost this round of "Whose Toddler is Smarter?" I find comfort in the fact that Sophia looked like a cabbage patch kid with diarrhea.
On a side note: Thanks so much to Adwina at InsParenting for bestowing upon me the honor of "Blog of the Week." And it was just for squealing to the world that I am again with child. And thanks to all of you guys again for your well wishes. It has meant everything to me and I can't wait to share this journey with you.