I’ve really debated with myself internally about touching upon this topic. My past with the Unicorn Moms (and mom groups in general) isn’t one filled with cupcakes and magical fairies. We didn’t all dance together and braid each other’s hair.
Now, it didn’t always start that way. Years ago, as I was busy learning my own lessons about the sort of content I wanted to write, and also in taking responsibility for what I shared on my page, the founder of the Unicorn Moms and I established a friendly acquaintance. Before Unicorn Moms was founded, I had come across posts of hers in another local mom group and we connected. She found my page funny. I found her light-hearted posts at the time refreshing.
I won't rehash everything that's been posted, but if you're looking for a recap about what has transpired over the last few days, which led to this post, you can get a pretty good idea of it via this blog.
Agenda this. Agenda that.
That's all we hear about. Who is shoving whose agenda down whose throat. (There are so many jokes to be had with that line. Alas, I digress.)
And you're right. I've got an agenda. And it's one I've been forcing upon you all. It's really pretty terrifying, or so I've read.
Recently our local paper, The Acorn, published a wonderfully light piece on our city's "new" mayor, Pastor Rob McCoy. It's largely ceremonial in that council members generally rotate in cycle for their turn as mayor, moreso than it being a true election. Nevertheless, it's Pastor Rob's turn.
Those who seek their worship from Pastor Rob, rejoiced. Others ... have concerns.
Put me in the concern camp.