My mom is a teacher, and she loves to gossip. Combined, these two traits meant that I spent my adolescence knowing that ALL of my teachers knew every little detail about my life. She told them—over cups of coffee in the teacher’s lounge, while at a conference, while supervising the kids on the playground after school—everything from how my tennis lessons were going to what she thought of my first boyfriend.
Of course, I found this completely mortifying, but now that I’m older I can understand that she was simply sharing parts of her life with her friends. Do you like to gossip about your kids? How do they react? Where do you draw the line on family gossip? You tell us!