I am a mean mom.
Not only do I expect my kids to excel in school, I also expect them to excel in life.
A tall order for my 10 year old. Who apparently has been having a rough time for weeks, according to his teacher in a phone call yesterday.
"Weeks?" I asked, dumbfounded. She let behaviors go on for WEEKS?
"We're having a team meeting tomorrow," she continued.
"What time?" I cut in. "I'll be there."
"Um." She clearly wasn't expecting that. "You work, right?"
I smothered an exasperated sigh. "I do, but Nic's my first and most important priority. And if it's a team meeting, well, I'm part of the team and I need to be there. Right?"
"RIGHT?" I re-iterated, trying not to shout. I was outside, on my cell phone, pacing like an animal outside the offices. "I mean, team meetings include everyone."
"Um, well, okay. It's at 8:30."
Of course she didn't tell me where, so I got there a little late. The long and the short of it is that I had quite a bit of information that was useful to them. And they had a lot of information that was useful to me. There was disagreement, but we kept it real and respectful. And got a lot done.
At the end, I turned to the teacher and said, "Now aren't you glad I was here?"
She agreed, but couldn't resist adding, "But I thought since you worked...."
My sherpa called me while I drove enroute to the office. "Don't people know that what they do as a job won't matter in 50 years?" I asked her. "Meanwhile, the proof of what you were as a parent lives on for generations."
Former teacher she, remarked, "People don't get it."
It makes me think I mastered something in the life curriculum that I wasn't quite expecting to master. My kids are my best teachers.