In kindergarten, my Mom and I were in a carpool with two other families who lived on the next street over. There was Cindy and her daughter Jenny, and Mary and her son Nick. The moms took turns driving the three kids to school, which was a public school in the South Bay. Cindy was one of my Mom's closest friends; and Jenny was one of my best friends. We were a happy friendly group who often did things together on weekends. Anyway, kindergarten came and went, then summer, and soon it was time for first grade. My Mom assumed that she'd be a part of the same carpool but the day before school Cindy called to say she was sending Jenny to a private school. And then Mary called to say that she was sending Nick to the same private school. My Mom had no idea this was coming. She was surprised, confused, hurt. "Why hadn't they talked to her about this?" she wondered.
My Mom has told me this story many times over the years and it came to mind when I was at the MCDS coffee night last week. I was talking to a woman who reads this blog. She said that the blog was helping her because, "I can't even talk about schools with some of my friends." Some things never change.