At the begining of the school year, my 5th grade daughter brought home a packet for parents. In this packet was a bunch of sheets calling for parental volunteers.
So…because I have only one child left in the elementary school…
I signed them.
I figured, with only one kid in the elementary school…so much easier to volunteer my time! Right?!
Besides, I ASSUMED that so many other parents would want to be active and volunteer. Right?
And…when I signed up to be Room Mother…I figured that ALL the other moms would be signing up too…and the chances would be slim to none for me. Right?
And…when I signed up to be the Picture Lady…I figured that ALL the other moms would be signing up too…and the chances would be slim to none for me. Right?
WRONG! WRONG! WRONG!!
But did I ever get an email informing me of my postition as room mother? NOPE!
Did I ever get an email informing me of my postition as ArtSmart Lady? NOPE!
I found out I was room mother because my daughter started bringing me money and checks for the class parties.
I found out about ArtSmart when I got an email confirming the time I’d make an appearance.
It’s all fine and good.
I pulled myself together.
I did a presentation on Faith Ringold for the 5th graders. I SUCKED!!
I’m planning a Halloween party. Not completely planned yet because…
And yeah…I know…Halloween is Friday. Don’t fret. I’m good under pressure. Even though it’ll SUCK!!
My daughter is so excited that I’m the HEAD Room Mother.
And the stinking Picture Lady.
Just like I used to be so excited when my mom was the Room Mother.
AND…the Picture Lady.
Just like my daughters children will be excited for her to be involved in their school.
And that is REALLY what it’s all about.
The little things.
To make your children happy.
Even if you think you suck at it.
Your children think you’re wonderful.
And it makes them proud. And it makes them happy.
And they are able to look back on their childhood and see that you cared. Because…you were an active participant in their life!
That, to me…is why I didn’t complain about not being informed in a proper fashion. Because my daughter…is so excited. And proud. And happy.
And that…is what it’s all about!