I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t always get this parenting gig right.
I sometimes contradict myself
I occasionally swim upstream against conventional Mommy Wisdom
And I have
succumbed to the crazies acted on impulse more times than I care to tally.
Take last Wednesday, for example.
I marched unannounced into The Cherubs’ elementary school and had Twin A summoned to the office. When she appeared, nervous and perplexed, I hustled her out of the building and into the Jeep.
Though I assured her that she would only be gone for an hour or two, she flung words like ”kidnap”
and ”hooky” at me. The drive into town was a short one. I had no time to second-guess myself and my irrational actions.
I mean…really…what kind of mother thumbs her nose at the educational system in such a fashion?
I suppose that would be the kind of mother
Who believes that sometimes…just sometimes…
In seizing an opportunity to make a memory that will last a lifetime.
In meeting your hero
And having the chance to tell him
That your hopes and dreams are defined
By following in his footsteps.