As I traveled into Parent Night with my coworker, I was not expecting to leave scared for life. Currently, there are two new eleven year at in our house. Therefore, my coworker and I ventured to their school to meet their teachers and observe the curriculum our sixth graders will be partaking in this upcoming year. As the daughter of a teacher, I am accustomed to such a night. Throughout my youth, I remembered my mom going on about Parent Night and how concerned she was. It was not until this evening, that I was able to piece together my mother's challenge. I left the classroom, eyes bulging when I found my coworker with the same expression. Instantly, I knew we had to take a moment to debrief. My co-worker shared her experience of the infamous "my child is the center of the universe" mother. I guess this women's child was next to the importance of God as she continued to go on about her son's endeavors. I began to divulge my own experience with the "I am out to get the teacher" mother. This individual loudly proclaimed how offended she was about the teacher stating that the students were studying early man in history. She stated that the comment was "sexist" and hoped when working with the children the teacher would use the term"homosapiens"(with sixth graders mind you). Again and again this women continued to berate the teacher, who was handling the situation quite well. After being traumatized by Parent Night, my coworker and I made a pact that we would never be "those moms".
My ranting does have a point. My mother, is a wonderful women in many ways. She is giving, loving, and an extremely selfless individual. None the less, she is so sweet and cute you just "want to put her in your pocket"(as I have heard many say). Those of you who are reading and know my mom understand. I honor my mother and love her dearly. Lets just say after this adventure, I have a new found respect for my mom. For she has survived at least twenty parent nights. Love you mom, and miss you!
