They’re not what you’d expect.
Dear Mum who sent your child to school with no socks today,
Thank you.
My morning started with me mentally counting ahead two hours to figure out what time everyone’s bus had been scheduled for.
As I was packing lunches and making breakfast, my 9-year-old started to scream at an ungodly pitch because it suddenly occurred to him he’d forgotten to do one of his homework assignments.
Who knew that my telling him he had time to do it would do nothing to calm him down?
“I don’t want to go to school. I hate school.”
The meltdown continued, on and off, for more than half an hour.
In between trying to figure out what was really bothering him, offering comfort, and wanting to sell him, I had to constantly remind my teenager to move it so he wouldn’t miss his bus.
Brotherly love was in short supply.
“He just hit me.”
“He hit me first.”
“Stop your crying. Nobody wants to go to school.”
I added to the noise with cries of, “Don’t hit your brother. Stop whining. Don’t be mean. Move it. I can’t drive you if you miss your bus.”
I was totally feeling on top of my game, and was expecting my Mother of the Year award to come any minute.
Then I noticed that my daughter had decided to dress herself for school in a bathing suit. She was very proud of this.