What She Wore: navy blue shirt with black velvet accents, slightly capped sleeves, and a v-neck–it’s kind of hard to describe, actually, but really cute; blue jeans, black strappy sandals.
Yesterday, against my better judgement, I went to a wine and cheese party for alumna of my college sorority. I was never an uber-sorority girl, so the whole thing sort of reeked of awkwardness. In the end, I found myself having a good time, mingling with some people who are my age and interesting, and generally participating in adult conversation.
Only one little problem.
Ineveitably it will come up that I have a son named Charlie who was born in June.
I don’t want to get into the whole freakin’ saga with some women I just met–I was supposed to be enjoying myself, not going to group therapy. So, I glossed over the situation, just mentioning that he’d spent some time in the hospital because he had a bad heart. I left out the life support/stroke/doctors told us he was brain dead/calling the minister/doctors were wrong/feeding tube/hydrocephalus/shunt/bad eye sight part. That kind of stuff tends to bring a party down.
There was another girl there who’d just had her teeny, tiny perfect bundle in July. Those of you who have kids can see where this is going. . .
"We should have a playdate!" All smiles and excitement.
[Insert four letter word beginning with S here]
She’s making a career change towards education and had some bitchin’ shoes on, so I’m sure we’d get along. It would be perfect if the circumstances were only slightly different, and she, of course, is completely excited–and why shouldn’t she be? So the question is. . .
How do I go about this? Avoidance? Brutal honesty? Somewhere in between? And what about the next time? I’m not sure hermiting myself from the rest of the child-bearing universe is the way to go. Even if Charlie is behind developmentally, having him around other children would probably be good for him. Actually, there’s even research to suggest that this is true. I’m going to have to get the hell over it eventually.
But how, exactly?