Somewhere along the way, in what seemed to be a crazy school process,
which ended up with never having more than one of my three kids in the
same school at the same time, someone talked about how, kids being
different people, the "right" school for one might not be the "right"
school for another. How, I thought, could that possibly be true, given
that families outside of New York City tend just to send their kids to
the school in their neighborhood (a neighborhood in which they have
likely settled because of the school)? How, I thought, could that
possibly be true, given that even we New Yorkers all tend to be
clamoring for the same schools, none of us really aspiring to complicate
our lives by sending our kids to different places?
Now, hindsight is twenty-twenty, so I realize that any comment on what
is now many years underway would simply be justification. Yet, as we
have made our way through multiple schools and the accompanying
logistics, I have come to realize that, both with schools and with life,
not every choice fits every person. As I make my way through each new
career step, some demanding new skills, new hours, new ways to think, I
am beginning to see that what is workable--or at least livable--for me
wouldn't necessarily be workable--much less livable--for every working
mom. As I make my way through each career step, I begin to see that the
others navigating through career steps (and there are a daunting number
of them around me!) will handle them differently--will have different
priorities, different approaches, and different thresholds--and,
therefore, will end up in different places (much like my kids, who have
continued to end up all over the city).
When I began the NYC schools game, I thought the goals, and the
destinations, were clear. And I guess when I began the job journey game,
I thought the same thing. Turns out that both had slightly different
rules--and winning strategies--than I'd imagined. Turns out that there's
more than one way to teach a kid--and definitely more than one way to teach a grownup.
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