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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