I stopped by my daughter’s classroom this afternoon to see when a project was due. The teacher told me a packet went home with all of the information. I was honest and told her I didn’t read it. If there’s something I need to know, she usually tells me.
This got me thinking. When my oldest two daughters were in school, I read every single paper that came home, signed every single test, checked their binders every day and made their lunches the night before. I remembered and went to every parent conference. I volunteered over 5,000 hours in three years, was the Volunteer Coordinator for a year and PTO president for two years. I was under 30. I was an awesome mom.
The two younger kids came along when I was 30 and 33. By the time the youngest went to kindergarten, I’d just survived a year with three kids at three different schools and my oldest was a senior in high school preparing to leave for college the following summer. Having a kindergartner and senior makes for a very emotional year. The first two years of my second go round having two kids in elementary school went pretty well. I walked them to their classrooms every day, walked to pick them up after, remembered to sign binders 85% of the time and made sure their “buddies” checked their binders (when you have four kids with a seven year break in the middle, you learn to assign buddies to make sure no one gets lost and is fully dressed before leaving the house). I was under 40. I was a pretty good mom.
I realized today, that I’ve gotten lazy with the younger two. My son is homeschooled so I kinda have to know how he’s doing. Thankfully there are no papers or binders to sign, no report cards or parent conferences. My youngest daughter is 10 and headed to middle school next year (WTF?!?!?!). I can’t remember the last time I checked her backpack, signed her binder, looked at her report card (unless glancing over it while driving counts). But she gets her stuff done on time and like her teacher pointed out after my confession, at least she’ll be independent. I’m over 40. I’m an okay mom.