At this time of year Amelle’s preschool is decorated with countless construction paper hearts, glittery doilies, and little cardboard cupids. Yesterday I noticed two large pieces of paper outside of Amelle’s classroom with hearts all over them. When I looked closer, I noticed sentences with each child’s name next to a sentence. There was a pink paper with the word “Mommy” on top and a blue paper with “Daddy” listed as the title. As a scrolled down to Amelle’s name I read “My mom helps me clean the floor and cook dinner”. The blue sheet indicated “My daddy works on the back of the house”. Then I went through and read other children’s sentences; “My mom watches movies with me”, “My dad teaches me how to ride a bike”, “My mom tickles me”, “My dad plays football with me” and I was saddened by our daughter’s perception of us. We were merely laborers in her little mind. I have a call in with the teacher to find out exactly what the question was. Hopefully it was “tell me how industrious your parents are”, and not “tell me how you know your parents love you”.
The 10,000 maniacs song “These are the days to remember” crept into my mind. With parents so preoccupied with the business of life, I wonder what our children will remember about us when they look back at their childhood?
I keep telling myself that life will slow down once I finish school and once we finish the household projects that we have going on, but will it? I’m a little heartbroken this morning as I ponder this. It's so important to me to get a 4.0 in school and to get the highest performance rating at work, but I may be a “below expectations” at my most important job, “mom”.