Today is my daughter’s last day of classes.
Which alternately means that it’s the first day of my teary journey culminating in graduation.
When I perceived the this week’s theme, I did not envision that I would write one of my most controversial blogs ever, or that the week would become doggate. It was supposed to be about how we treat one another- which I guess it basically was.
My daughter brought home her yearbook this week, and she allowed me to read some of the things her classmates shared. As I perused this book this week, I knew how the post’s this week would end.
As I read through I noticed a lot of “hard working” and “smart”. The NHS President thanked her for being the best Secretary, and realistically, best President, ever. But along with all the expected tributes to her intelligence and work ethic, I also noticed these:
- Thank you for playing Mariokart with me before school sometimes. I know you get to school early to do work, but you always took time out if I looked lonely
- I remember walking into a class where the desks where formed into tables. I was sitting alone and instead of joining your friends, you sat with me.
- Thanks for making me feel welcome to the tennis team. I was so happy that you sent me a text over the summer telling me that you would meet up with me to go to the first august practice. I was scared and you helped me out.
- Thanks for being best law team captain. You always helped me when I would freak out.
- Thanks for helping me study
- Thanks for proofing my papers
- Thanks for always answering my question no matter how stupid
- Thanks for being a great listener
- Thanks for being a great friend
- You have a great smile and you use it
There were more, but you get the gist. Sure, my kid works really hard. She gets good grades. She is involved in many aspects of school life. But she also took the time out to be nice. She took the time out to make sure people felt included. She tried to make people feel a little less scared. Maybe she made someone’s day just a little bit better….
I have done many stupid things in my life. I have not always been the best wife, mother, daughter or friend- my imperfections abound. But somehow, even though I feel like I continually screw up or let others down, I have managed to impart the good parts of me to my daughter. And as I have very few good parts, this is almost miracle status.
Somehow I have managed to show her how to be a decent person, who has self confidence, yet is able to be empathetic and kind. Just don’t ask me how I did it, because I have no idea….. .