Mind if I share a story? I feel like oversharing today.
Aw. . . thanks, you're very kind.
This is a story about my oldest child.
I'm gonna try not to be a big huge baby, but it's not looking good so far. The throat lump is already in place.
I had Parent Teacher Conferences last week. I never take my kids, so I can talk about them behind their backs. That's the kind of mother I am.
After going over the standard academic issues, I asked the question that was really on my mind:
"So, um. . .how's he doing with friends? See, every school year, somehow, as time goes on, it starts with a complaint about how he has no one to play with on the playground. Then it becomes anxiety, and then, finally, it becomes a big problem. Big enough for him to finally dread and avoid school."
And while I explain this, I make every effort to talk super matter of factly, like I mentioned that he likes to draw, or something, when in reality I'm trying reaaallly hard not to make that ugly cry face I make when I get upset. Because it's ultra freaky.
(At this point, the tears welling up are probably giving me away.)
His teacher explains that no, she hasn't noticed this problem, but she will be sure to watch him and do what she can to help him (and me). And I believe her because she is an awesome teacher, and I'm totally aware that this is going above and beyond for a teacher, because, hello, she has 23 other students.
So, I thank her profusely, and move on to my next appointment for my other, not-as-well-behaved child.
when I walk away from his teacher, she begins to grade papers in between appointments. Very first paper she picks up is a letter to Santa from another little boy in class. And the letter goes like this:
All I want for Christmas is a friend.
Okay. Pull my heart out and crush it with a hammer, here.
So, you know how smart this teacher is, don't you? I don't even have to say it.
She takes my son aside, and lets him know that Michael needs a friend. 'S all he wants for Christmas. Can you help? And so on, and so forth.
Problem solved. Two birds with one stone. And I have now turned to mush. Thanks for listening.