Use your manners, respect your elders, get along with everyone, and you will be fine

            Her friends all went to Dr. Weiss, so Cindy made an appointment to see him after missing her second period. She thought he was a total jerk, but how could she say that about the most popular obstetrician?

            Everyone else she knew breast-fed, used disposable diapers, delivered at Methodist Hospital with an epidural, after having had an ultrasound to determine the gender so they could choose names, clothes, and nursery decors accordingly. She would do the same, even though she preferred formula, cloth diapers, natural childbirth, and surprises. She didn’t want child to start life as an outcast.

            Cindy wanted an unusual name, something fun to say and hear, Eli, with a long ‘e’ for a boy and short ‘e’ for a girl. Robert, never original, wanted a boy named Robert. His mother put in a request for Sarah, which meant she would criticize anything else and make life miserable for everyone concerned unless she got her way.

            Sara Elizabeth was born at Methodist Hospital, assisted by Dr. Weiss, an epidural, and a lactation specialist. She went home to a pink nursery and Dora the Explorer accessories, almost identical to a dozen other nurseries in the neighborhood.

            At three months, Sarah had her picture made at Wal-Mart, dressed head-to-toe in Baby Phat, immortalized in the same poses, using the same props very other child in town used. The photographer worked with her until she flashed the traditional grin.

            Over the years, Cindy took Sarah to the same movies her friends saw, bought her the same toys her friends played with, and cloned her in the latest child-fashions. She repeated the worn out clichés the other mothers spewed, because those were the same lessons their mothers had taught them.

            “Don’t ask him why his eyes are slanted or tell her she has spinach between her teeth. If you don’t have anything good to say, don’t say anything at all. Pretend you don’t notice the wheelchair or color of her skin.” The subliminal messages bled from one generation to the next. Slanted eyes, wheelchairs, skin color, and accidents must be bad if they aren’t good enough to talk about.

            “Stay away from controversial topics like politics, religion, racism, ignorance, and poverty. You want people to think you’re nice, don’t you? Don’t rock the boat. Never mind why they’re different; what you don’t know can’t hurt you. Ignorance is bliss. You will never be given more than you can handle, so this too shall pass, without your voice or investigation. Ask not want not. Use your manners, respect your elders, get along with everyone, and you will be fine.”

            Sarah made it through high school without rocking any boats. She wore the right clothes, joined the popular clubs, used her manners, avoided tough topics, and respected her elders. She never questioned the passes her history teacher made at her, or told anyone what she had witnessed in the stairwell at ten thirty-seven on the last day of her sophomore year. She did not question the ‘D’ Miss Sands gave Lori Meeks, even though she had seen Lori turn in the term paper Miss Sands said she never received, and heard Miss Sands call Lori a lesbian. She didn’t tell anyone about the gun Jason White kept in his locker. What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them and she was not one to rock boats or take risks. She said no sir and yes maam, please and thank you, and not much else.

            The big wedding wasn’t Sarah’s idea, and she hated the Evangelical Church. However, who was she to argue with him, or his parents. Everyone in their family had a big wedding at the Evangelical Church and expected him to do the same.

            Everyone in his family used drugs, cheated on their taxes, and voted Republican. Yes maam, she would do the same. Who was she to question tradition, rock the boat, or bring up difficult topics?

            Sarah had no trouble hiding her husband’s affair from herself, or her drug addiction from him and the kids. Their kids were too polite to ask questions or bring up the wrong topics. Ignorance was bliss.