As I sent the goose into the dark morning to catch her bus, my throat caught a bit this morning. I think of all the changes schools have made to keep our kids safe and yet here I am sending her through unlit yards to the bus stop. The boogie man does exist and I won’t know for sure until 3:15 whether he got her or not.
We are much better now, but last week was a toughie for the goose and me. Organization has never been her strong suit and you really need some skills in that area for middle school. I have struggled with how much to intervene, how much to advocate for her this year. The last thing I want to do is make things harder for her by labeling her as the kid with the meddling mom, but my gut was telling me to meddle.
We got a call Sunday night from her home room teacher that they are worried about her peace of mind. She seems so flustered they thought. The scoop is she was so worried about getting a detention for being late or forgetting something, that she was carrying everything all day long. This way she wouldn’t have to go to her locker or risk having left everything there. This would have been an ok plan, but her school doesn’t allow kids to carry their backpacks to class. It’s a safety issue I was told. So my poor kid had so much stuff stacked on her desk, her homeroom teacher said she could barely see her face. That’s 12 year old logic for you.
We planned for her weakness in planning. She has an am binder and a pm binder. We didn’t plan on the no backpack rule or that some classes are on the opposite ends of the school. It’s amazing she never lost anything. Well that’s not entirely true for one 24 hour period she thought she had lost her planner. How’s that for planning.
I am grateful that her teachers noticed her troubles and called us with their concerns. It still saddens me that there isn’t much I can do to lighten her load. I still have to send her out into the dark morning and hope she returns to me no worse for the wear.
Somedays parenthood hurts