Sunday, September 9, 2007

DCMM: Under Qualified

I went to my very first ever Back to School night last week. My oldest son, Sam, has just started kindergarten and it turns out that, guess what? I'm a parent.

And you know what brought that home to me? If my son is absent from school, I get to write him an excuse note. Really? Since when am I responsible enough to write notes like that to the school? It seems like I was just taking in notes from MY mom to excuse me for being absent or late. How did that authority get passed to me? I mean, I'm likely to have my son skip school because I want to sleep in late. I am obviously way too capricious to be given this task.

I know, I know. I have three kids and I've been parenting for nearly six years now, but I sometimes I still feel like a fraud. I don't know what I'm doing half of the time and the half that I think I do know what I'm doing, I'm probably wrong. And frankly, I feel like I've been posing as an adult for the past fifteen or so years. If I'm just pretending to be an adult, how can I possibly be the one in charge of writing excuse notes?

I feel like I should have my mom fax me notes for Sam from where she lives in Texas so I can send in those obviously way more authoritative missives.

I did have to write a note to the teacher to okay Sam's afternoon trip on a different bus to go to a friend's house and was a little flummoxed by it. I was clever enough to disguise my lack of authority under a sheen of "Mom Handwriting." You know what I mean: correctly formed, neat, slanted cursive writing. My husband saw right through it, but the teacher fell for it.

There are moms I know who seem the part. They could write an absence note and I wouldn't blink an eye. And then there's me. Thirty-four years old, mom to three kids, and totally unprepared for this new aspect of my life. Which kind of mom are you?

Jean also pretends to be a parent at Stimeyland.

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