I drove all the way across town to buy my son one of the most flamboyant cupcakes for his last lunch in grade 3.
A celebratory cupcake.
Now you might think that this is ridiculous or over the top.
I mean…it’s just grade 3.
It’s not like he earned his masters degree in law or figured out how to successfully remove the head of his bully grade two teacher’s head from his principal’s asshole.
He simply OWNED grade three.
Scratch that – not simply.
This boy – our boy here, had navigated through some of the most tumultuous storms that you or I could ever imagine and he did while he was at school. We, mom and dad, weren’t there to help him through any of it.
We are so damn proud of him that our heads could pop right off our shoulders.
So yes, I bought him a cupcake…
and a cookie…
and Mountain Dew (because sugar).
On our way to school that morning, his smile was so bright, his feet didn’t drag and he didn’t say that he had “x” amount of hours left until I had to pick him up.
Instead he talked about who he was going to play with at recess and that he was finally looking forward to saying goodbye to “midge” his ridiculously messy locker mate. The kid collected muddy rocks, stashed papers, wrappers, grew penicillin in old food containers, and had his winter coat and scarf in there up until last week when my son took all of it and threw it in the lost and found bin!
Oh we’ve been fighting to get that kid a new less messy and more respectful partner but hey, when you’re a teacher’s kid, you’re a precious little bean and you can do no wrong.
Anyways, I can’t wait to hear about his day and how that cupcake tasted.
I got one for myself too.
It was a hard year of advocating and I know that the staff cringes when they see me coming. If only they knew what it’s like to be him they would understand.
I know that any mom (or dad) in my position would do whatever it takes for their kid to feel safe at school, to succeed at school, to enjoy school, and so forth.
So I’m that mom.
I will always be that mom.
Cheers to all of you moms and dads out there who are fighting for your kids. It is exhausting and some days it feels like defeat.
Step back and recognize all that YOU did this year for your child.
That’s pretty amazing.
Cheers to all of us really – lunches, after school activities, homework, volunteer work, the drama, field trips, laundry, getting everyone out of the door early, waking up and doing it all over again…
Parenting is hard yo.
Enjoy your summer Moms and Dads and littles.
Eat the cupcake.