by Sarah Blustain

Career Shock

A new Jewish mother enters the mommy wars

In the third grade, 1976, I sit next to a boy named Rich. Like all the kids in my class, we work at “contracts.” Each week, we draw up a written agreement with our teacher for what we think we can reasonably accomplish that week. The faster students take on more. Rich and T work fast, but my motives for doing so are not entirely pure. It’s true, I’m a quick worker and easily bored. But I also want to beat him. Even close to three decades later, the memories of peeking over at his desk, of hurrying to finish, make my hands a little jittery. I want to win.

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