This Letter Stopped Me in My Tracks

Photo by Jordan Whitt
School started a few weeks ago, and we're still trying to get back into the swing of things. I don't know about you, but it's been tough. Are you back in the routine yet?

Our morning routine is pretty standard. The Hubs wakes up early to get the kids ready for the day. At 7:30 am, he starts out by yelling -- I mean, gently wakes up the kids. Every morning I hear "Adolpha, get down here and get dressed" and Gomer "Get dressed and brush your teeth." Some days there is more yelling than others.

This morning was one of those mornings. Both kids woke up grumpy and sluggish and there was more than the normal drama to deal with. Gomer had lost a shoe and Adolpha was refusing to brush her teeth. I had had it. I was trying to make lunches when I found Adolpha's take home folder on the counter, buried under some junk mail. It was stuffed with papers that she had not shown me. I was so irritated. She doesn't have many jobs, but she is supposed to empty her folder each night and show me what's been sent home so I don't miss anything important. I flung open the folder and started slamming papers on the counter, saying, "Adolpha, you know you're supposed to empty your folder! Why can't you do what you are supposed to?"

"I forgot," she whined.

"You don't forget to do your jobs at school. Why do you do forget them at home?" I asked, continuing to fling the papers around. Worksheets, field trip notices, and spelling tests went flying.

Before I knew it, Gomer's lip was quivering. I turned on him, "And what's your problem? Why are you crying?"

"Because you're yelling at Adolpha," he said, tears welling up in his eyes. Both kids started to cry.

Really? I thought. I should be the one crying. I am running around trying to do everything for the two of you because you can't get your act together. Who loses a shoe after walking in the front door? Who cries because brushing their teeth is sooooo hard? Who takes ten minutes to decide if they want a ham and cheese or peanut butter and jelly sandwich in their lunchbox?

"Oh please, Gomer, just stop. I can't even listen to you right now." As I responded to him, I continued to empty Adolpha's folder. "Both of you stop crying and go find Gomer's shoe!" I glanced down at the sheet of paper in my hand and I could see it was a letter from Adolpha's teacher stuck in her folder.

I knew I'd miss something important! I thought angrily. A letter from the teacher! Who knew when she sent that thing home?

I read:


The letter stopped me in my tracks. I read it again. And then one more time.

Crap, I thought. I suck at being a mother.

Normally, I don't have mommy guilt, but that morning I felt like a terrible mother. I was yelling at my kids because they couldn't find a damn shoe. I was slapping together sandwiches because I was pissed that once again the school was selling a disgusting lunch that no one wanted to buy. It was like Mrs. K knew what our morning was going to be like. How did she know that the letter was exactly what I needed to read right at that moment? I don't know, but I was glad she did.

I was about to call the kids over to apologize to them when the Hubs flew into the kitchen in a rage. He had heard the yelling, the whining and the crying and he was ready to crack skulls (figuratively of course!). "What's the hold up? What's the whining all about now? Are you guys ready to get in the car? Let's go! We're going to be late!" the Hubs yelled.

I grabbed his arm. "Before you say anything else, you need to read this." I handed him the letter from Mrs. K.

I watched his face as he read it. He came to the same realization as me. We were terrible. "What ..." he trailed off, looking up from the paper.

The kids had stopped looking for the shoe and were now watching us carefully.

"We're awful," I whispered to the Hubs.

"I know, we are," he said.

"I can't find my shoe!" Gomer whined.

"I can't find my reading log!" Adolpha cried.

"What do we do now?" the Hubs asked.

I want to say that we held our kids tight and gave them a huge family hug, but that's not what happened. That letter might have softened my cold, black heart, but I didn't grab a guitar and start singing "Kumbaya" and telling stories about rainbows and unicorns. Instead we both took deep breaths and helped our kids find what they needed to find and went on with our morning. It just wasn't as hectic as it had been.

I wanted to send a note to Mrs. K and tell her how much I appreciated her letter. I wanted to tell her that I'm not a perfect mom and the Hubs is no super dad. We try our best, but sometimes we need a stiff kick in the ass to put us back on track. I was going to thank her for being that much needed kick in the ass, but I got sidetracked before I could do it, because I'm still trying to find Adolpha's reading log.

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London City (mum) said...

Very good. Glad it had an impact, even if only to 'soften' the hectic schedule somewhat.
I have an award for yelling. My kids gave it to me. It is countersigned by OH.


Kymberli Phelps Carr said...

I love it! Thank you for sharing something I think all parents need.

Kim Bongiorno at Let Me Start By Saying said...

Something in my eye...

Unknown said...

I hate when those teacher letters grab us by the heart! Ain't nobody go time for that! There's yelling to do :)

Janet Ellison said...

I don't have young kids at home anymore, but love reading this blog. Don't be too hard on yourselves...we all do the best we can at the time for not having an instruction book! None of you suck!

Stacey Hatton said...

Great teachers are the WORST! Thanks for the reminder, Mrs. K.

Unknown said...

Thanks Jen. Now I'm crying at work and feeling like a crappy mom, regretting most of my parenting decisions. (insert frowny face)

cimarock said...

Great letter. Great reminder that kids are people too, who are not perfect by any means. By the same token, parents are not perfect either (I was devastated as a kid when I learned my parents made mistakes), so it's perfectly okay to apologize to your children for being wrong, overwhelmed or just a plain idiot. We are all human, and the sooner your children know that you, as parents, make mistakes like they do, life will move much smoother and they will respect you for it and possibly open a dialogue that was never there in the past.

Steph said...

Oh, my heart. Please find a sec and write to that teacher. It'll be better than any paycheck, promise!

a teacher who's crying over that effing letter

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