At the beginning of the year at Bigs’ school all families are encouraged to sign up to “Give 3” (hours of volunteer time to the school.) There is a long list of ways in which you can volunteer, which I didn’t look too closely at as I told myself, “My husband will do that.”
In December a note came home in Bigs’ backpack about volunteering for his class holiday party. I signed up assuming my husband and I would do it together, because he is good at these types of things and, well, I’m not. I have not confirmed the thought process he had, but the outcome was him encouraging me to go on my own. At the time I didn’t think much of it, but as the day arrived I realized something very important. I was petrified of going to volunteer in a kindergarten classroom.
It is not exactly a secret that this transition into fall and school and hockey season has been difficult. It’s life. A lot of life lately has felt like hanging by a thread, but at least a thread exists. And there is hope. Hope that we all will settle into our new normal. Hope that our schedule slows down. Hope that Bigs’ teacher stops sending two e-mails per day with reminders of things.
We crossed the street hand in hand as Bigs ran up ahead of us to meet the neighborhood kids at the bus stop for the first day of school. Littles tugged my arm.
“Momma, do you think Bigsy will give me a hug? I’m really going to miss him.”
“You better ask him.”
What does a thriving mother do?
#2 – She is willing to be Good Enough (and understand that mistakes are even important)
Okay, grab a pen and do something with me. Write down what it means to be a good mom to your child(ren).
Things that were accomplished over the long weekend:
- Connecting with friends and being present in the moments together
- Fun — lots of fun
- Consumed many delicious things… perhaps in more than enough quantities 😉
- Relived my late teens by waterskiing
- Spent three days realizing with every move that I’m not 20, but 37