For fourteen years I’ve been a room mom for all of my children.
I’ll explain what that is because some of my readers aren’t parents yet.
ROOM PARENT ~ A parent that will assist the teacher in planning and shopping for the annual holiday party and the end of the year party. This parent will also collect money for the teacher’s end-of-the-school-year gift and teacher appreciation week. During this particular week, the room parent will purchase lunches for the teacher and unique little gifts. But the most important job is, arranging which parent will bring the birthday snacks each month.
That’s just a few of the things we do as room parents. And each year, as the kids mature, the responsibility becomes a little less.
Every year I gave it my all, and through the process, I became good friends with each of my children’s teachers. My kiddos were blessed with some good ones and only two that should’ve hung up their career shortly after they started. But those two can’t and did not ruin the overall enjoyment of learning for my kids.
Over the years, I treated my role as a room mom like a part-time job. I knew the importance for each teacher to have someone they could lean on for all the little details, so they could pour their attention towards what mattered the most…. educating our kids.
Welp, today all that came to an end. My daughter graduated from elementary school. And during her ceremony, I cried like a baby.
We are moving on to our next chapter, and she is growing more independent. And even though I am a proud parent and excited that she is so freaaakin brilliant, I can’t help but be a little sad.
I wish time would slow down and let me soak up my last child. I’m scared to blink. Because I know those middle school years go flying by, and the high school days… Forgetaboutit! Those years go even faster.
So here’s the waterfall part!
My daughter’s teacher began to speak, and she was so passionate about how much she loved our kids and how she’s going to miss them. And then when she said the quote below, she lost it and her tears were completely turned on , and so were mine!
How Lucky I
Am To Have
My daughter held my hand throughout the entire ceremony because she saw the tears streaming down my face. I had my ugly cry going, and no matter how hard I tried to stop it, I couldn’t. Before I knew it, my shoulders were slightly going up and down, and my kleenex was a must. My daughter kept whispering, “mom, it’s okay.” She’s so sweet.
And I thank God that he trusted us with this little girl.
Okay, here comes the tears again. Geesh!!!! Please tell me that you all can relate to the joy and pain of your kids growing up.
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