The Good Mother

There’s been a lot happening around here. I don’t mean to imply anything interesting, just a lot of stuff. First off, Little G has started kindergarten…and, yes, of course I had a mini-breakdown. (Nothing crazy though, don’t get yourself all in a twit.) But is this what it’s like having a school-aged kid? Because this is a full-time job. Has anyone ever told y’all that?

I suppose my panic has something to do with my new j-j-j-JOB. Yes, you heard me. I finally broke down and got one of those part-time thingies. YIKES. But work isn’t bad at all compared to the PTA. There are women who commit their lives to our schools. I suppose all of you with kids already know about this. God bless them all, but I can’t be one of them. It’s just like I told M when we went to our first school meeting, “Whatever happens, don’t let me volunteer to be Room Mom!”

“Got it,” he said.

So on our way out, when I was telling him I was Room Mom, he wanted to know, “What happened?” I felt so ashamed of my answer. While he was talking to the other dads about football (not even the SEC!), I was surrounded and attacked by the mothers. (Surely a more experienced mom would have recognized these tactics but I’m new and fell easy prey to their promises of an easy job with lots of help.)

Now I may be one of them – a PTA mom. I hiccup a little just saying it. I really want to go on and ponder what happened to the cool person who used to occupy my body, but I don’t have time because I have to come up with a classroom door decoration. If I get a break between going over sight words and the “Diversity” project, I’ll tell you all about it.