Once a year, my daughter’s school has an enrichment morning where they show the parents all the ins and outs of how they’re teaching the students to read.
I attended last year and got my “good mom” card punched. Done.
This morning, Layla (6) springs this conversation on me—eight minutes before school starts:
Layla: “Mommy, are you coming to the reading day today at school?”
Me: “Nope. I went last year and I feel fully versed in how you’re learning to read.”
Layla: “But myyyyyyyyy class wasn’t the example class last year. Myyyyyyyyy class is doing the demonstration today and I really want you to be there.”
In all honesty, I didn’t want to go. I wanted to go into work. I wanted to focus on what really matters in life—my overflowing email inbox.
But I went. I went kicking and screaming like a kindergartener on the inside, and smiling and nodding like a good mom on the outside .
And as soon as I saw that ragtag group of six-year-olds sitting crisscross applesauce on the circle carpet with their Underroos hanging out as they proudly chanted their consonant and vowel sounds, all my anxiety melted away and I was glad I had come.
She wanted me to be there and I was. I’m not always a good mom, but today I was. So, I decided to take a picture and capture the moment of kindness that made me feel like a good mom.
I’m going to keep it close by, so the next time I feel like a terrible mom, I can remind myself that not too long ago I was a good one.