So…I’m not that mom. You know, the one that volunteers regularly at the school, takes part in practically all of the field trips, remembers the teacher’s name (actually I do remember her name). I used to be a little envious of mothers like that. Because, well, being involved with what is happening at the school seems like the right thing to do. But I have come to accept of my inactive, yet active, approach. I help out, just not on a regular basis. For example, I occasionally lend my assistance with field trips. Especially when they fall on my day off work, there are no groceries to pick up, no laundry to wrap up, and the movie I wanted to see is showing too late (I try to avoid additional aftercare fees). I'm the mother that would rather buy cupcakes for the sale versus baking them. I would rather leave fundraiser flyers where people can pick them up versus asking for donations. My son's classmates do not know me by name. I'm simply "Rasheed's mom", and I'm okay with that.
I commend parents that like being active on a regular basis though. It’s because of them that my son’s teacher gets a little breather. Which is important. Especially if you don’t want them to wring a child’s neck. I've reached this point because I'm honest with myself. I'm an introvert, and I don't like spreading energy everywhere I go if it means being a drained hot mess later. I think parents have to be honest with themselves. I know my limit; and it’s about 4-5 visits a year (give or take the occasional class disturbance). Any more than that and I’m headed for a bottle. A nice cold drink of sparkling cider. Don’t judge me. If you put it in a glass it’s just as fancy as wine.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Latanya Muhammad is an educator, group facilitator, and 100% a wife and mom. If you would like to read more of her posts visit www.shetanagain.com. And if you want to weigh in on the action? Feel free to direct all feedback and inquiries to firstname.lastname@example.org. See ya'!