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Anonymous wrote:I wonder if Caleb wouldn’t get out of bed for school, she’d gush about how individual and walks to the beat of his own drum and just how adorable she finds it.
Or would she go with the I’m just done, I’m not responsible for you and what you won’t do anymore (Remy).
Ok, I’m gonna say it and it’s snarky and tacky, but I think the whole adoption thing was done somewhat hastily and I’m not 100% sure she doesn’t regret it on some level. I know they love both of them and the bio kids do too… it just always seemed too much of a photo opportunity to me. And she gushes over Ben, because he was easy. Remy struggled more and was younger. I think Sister Jen forgot all the hard things that go into parenting a young child, not to mention the trauma that child went through. It couldn’t have been easy for Remy. Frankly, Jen seemed put off by her. I actually saw such an episode at one of the ANC downtown cookouts once. I was stunned at the way Jen spoke to Remy. She essentially told her to suck it up, butter cup, but not in a loving way, when young Remy was crying and a little whiny about something. I get sometimes we are at the end of our rope with our kiddos, (and I’ve said things angrily that I shouldn’t have.) but Jen was absolutely cold and harsh—- I was quite shocked.
But also - I know that there was a perception that Jen used other ANC moms (and perhaps others) as a baby sitter for Remy. Weekend sleep overs were the norm for a while. But strangely, for the most part, those sleepovers weren’t at Jen Jen’s house. It was a one sided deal. Jen had too much adult partying to do. Trips to see the Paisleys, concerts at COTA ; you know, all the stuff parents like to do once their kids are a little older. But I know many folks felt used by her to take Remy off her hands for pretty long periods of time. I mean Jen needs her “me time” for goodness sake. Never mind the millions of parents (married and single) who struggle to have date nights or postpone some of their “me time” for the sake of their kids. I mean— I missed a lot of stuff, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I loved, and still love, spending time with my kids.
Jen was that mom who drops her kid off at Gatti Town or Chuck E Cheese, but doesn’t have the courtesy to hang around with the other moms while the pizza party is happening. She bolts and comes back in 2 hrs to pick her kid up. Jen. Just. Can’t. It’s too much for her. I suffered through dozens of these parties, and you know what? I’m glad I did. I helped the other moms. I helped make sure everyone got their cake. It’s what parents do for their kids. Not Jen. She’s too good for that. But she wants you to heed her advice “young moms” (god, it’s so F’n condescending when she addresses younger folks that way!) on all the right ways to raise your kids and manage a family. Yet, her family appears to have taken place at Dysfunction Junction. Gimme an f’n break, sister.