Meeting the Teacher

I have a confession. I am more stressed out meeting my children's teachers than I was about my own parents meeting my teachers as a kid.

Why? I have pondered this for the past few years and the only answer I have is that I am worried that if they are doing poorly, it is a reflection of myself as their parent.

Sad. I know.

I have issues.

Many issues.

So when it came time this week to meet with Rowdys teacher, I got the sweats. I ate alot of chocolate to prepare. I wore my nicest jeans and unstained shirt. And I took a few deep breaths beforehand.

I prepared myself for the worst.

I have some problems with my middle child at home. Some concerns. You see, middle child feels it is ok to yell all of the time. He feels it is normal to scream at his mother and call her every possible name with the f-word incorporated into it...even if it doesn't make sense. It is normal for middle child to punch things when angry and the odd time, even throw things. He is...well.....a spirited child to put it nicely.

See why I was scared to meet his teacher?

What if she told me my child has issues? What if she told me she was concerned about his future in the community? What if she told me he was flunking kindergarten? What if she told me there was no hope for him?

I didn't want to break down. I didn't want to hug her as I did the ugly cry. I didn't want her to see me break out my flask of vodka.

No wonder I still get zits.

I walked in with a smile, acting all composed and professional in my jeans and unstained shirt. I made small-talk as if we have known each other for awhile and were on the verge of becoming friends. I acted as if there were absolutely no concerns or worries.

We sat down.

I took a deep breath.

She told me I have a great kid.....

.....there were no issues.....

.....he has a wonderful sense of humour.......

.....he is very mature for his age......

....he is where he should be academically.......

.....he goes with the flow of the daily routine.......

.....he gets along with everyone........

......he is always happy............

.......she has no issues.


I hugged her
And did the ugly cry
But only because I was so incredibly happy and relieved


I love my son.
I love my children.
I love being a Mother.
It is all worth it.