While I was at a playground last week, I found myself in a conversation with another mom that was quite unpleasant.
I had mentioned to her that Clay (the boy I nanny for) and myself had just come from the marina where we checked the crab trap.
Her eyes rolled and she was inquiring which marina did the boys have their boat. When I said Scituate..she literally said “Oh they are those people.”
The woman was just insistent that people who had money were very clicky and that “her daughter” would never be friends with the “rich kids.” She said the rich kids would never accept someone like her daughter who likes “punk rock music”.
Her daughter is 6 years old.
And then my funny brain kicked in. Rather than get into it with her…and how limiting I felt her belief was for her and her daughter…my brain just said “Is that your final answer?”
I did not say it out loud…but just the thought brought me comfort and levity.
And then I realized…there is no final answer on anything. Those opinions, situations, problems, issues are always in a state of change.
The only final answer that I would be willing to give is love and god- which to me are the exact same thing.