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Being Grown-Up
Sep. 11th, 2009 04:23 pmI've put some effort into meeting my daughter's new Kindergarten teacher over the past several months, starting with an event in April at the school and ending, at long last, with dropping Miss M off for her first day of class this Wednesday, when I finally got to say hello to the teacher, introduce myself, and then excuse myself so the kids could do their first-day-of-school things.
Today several items came home from the Kindergarten classroom, including but not limited to notice of the first fundraiser of the year. The one that's turned my mouth down, though, is the notice of "Back to School Night," when the parents visit the classroom and hear the teacher's plans for the school year. This is scheduled at the exact same time that Karen Armstrong will be giving a lecture 15 miles away -- an event that, prior to parenthood, I would have said I wouldn't miss "for the world." As it turns out, I would have been wrong.
Today several items came home from the Kindergarten classroom, including but not limited to notice of the first fundraiser of the year. The one that's turned my mouth down, though, is the notice of "Back to School Night," when the parents visit the classroom and hear the teacher's plans for the school year. This is scheduled at the exact same time that Karen Armstrong will be giving a lecture 15 miles away -- an event that, prior to parenthood, I would have said I wouldn't miss "for the world." As it turns out, I would have been wrong.
