My kids are pretty lucky they don’t go to school because I’ve come to realize I’m “that mom”. You know, the one whose child doesn’t have their permission slip signed, or their homework done, or their art supplies purchased in time for the first class? Yeah, that’s me.
Now that my kids are older and doing more activities out of the house, I’ve found that I just can’t keep up. I’m the one asking Is there a meeting this week? because I can’t find the Brownie newsletter. I’m the one who forgets to get to the store for supplies before a class.
I can’t even remember to put my girls’ hair in a bun before ballet and after yet another gentle scolding by their teacher, they finally figured out how to do it themselves since I can’t be counted on to remember. Actually, I think this is pretty great. I hate doing hair.
“Don’t forget to send. . .” “Don’t forget to have her finish . . .” “Make sure she brings XYZ to the next meeting. . .”. All of this is like Mommy Homework: Yet another thing for me to do/remember/organize/write down. Oh sure, my girls should be held accountable too, though it always comes back to me as, “you forgot to. . .”
But like the hair bun for ballet, maybe I’m secretly hoping that my girls will figure out that I’m not going to get any better at this at my advanced age and they’ll step up to the plate and stay on top of things.
After all, my days of homework should be long gone.
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