Not quite sure where this comes from, certainly not the mums I know best, who seem lovely. Probably the darkest corner of Self, as usual. Please take with abundant salt.
Some Things Clued-up Mothers Know, while knowing better than to utter them, ever, except to very nearest and dearest.
That baby-milestones, contrary to the routine disclaimers, say everything about your offspring’s brilliance and life prospects. You need to be worried if your child is not AT LEAST six months ahead of the official guideline-schedule.
However, even if they are, you can never be complacent.
At school, popularity matters, almost as much as academic achievement.
And your child’s appearance. Even in uniform, cool gear; trainers, jacket, hair make all the difference.
It also matters if your child is overweight.
Or in any other way culturally or physically inferior (er, black).
Unless they can compensate for it by being exceptionally cool/witty/confident/good-looking.
Where you live is crucial; children in a mixed-intake school are quick to check out which classmates come from a posh conservation area terrace and which from council estate flats. Just like their parents, they know what it means, and, good heavens, why shouldn’t they?
Of course classes of 10 or 15 (private schools) are better than classes of 30 (state schools.)
Of course the children of the wealthy will always be brighter better and more talented than the children of the poor.
For the truth is there’s no such thing as talent, not really. There are just biddable children, and very determined parents.
Of course white children are brighter better nicer and more suitable playmates for your child than black children, although the occasional, suitably isolated and subdued black child is also nice for them to learn to say the right things about.
But of course some people’s children will always be unequal. That doesn’t really matter, because after all some wretched child has to be bottom of the class.
It’s my job as a parent to make sure it isn’t ever mine.