I wanted to pass on a particular invitation this weekend. It wasn’t the company. I’m smitten with the great people at nonPareil Institute, where Sam interned in spring 2011. They are having their second fundraiser this weekend, a Sunday night banquet and a golf tournament on Monday. No golf for this working girl, of course, but even the banquet price was a little rich for me.

I reminded Sam we were already heading to another fundraiser earlier in the day — a fajita fiesta for Denton County’s newest therapeutic riding center, Born2Be.

But he wouldn’t hear of it.

“Why didn’t you ask me to buy the tickets, Mom? It’s nonPareil. I should be the host.”

After he finished the order, it hit me.

I’m a trophy mom.

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