Chronicles of a Single Mom #15 – Dear New Teacher

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A letter to my kid’s new teacher:

Dear New Teacher,

Welcome back to a school year that is destined to be filled with fun, appreciation and an overall awesome time.

Okay. Maybe I’m just describing the first day back to school for me after I dropped my fourth-grader off. I’m not sure.

What I am sure of is that my fourth-grader will talk at times she isn’t supposed to, that the social lives of fourth-graders may derail your lessons plans and that it may get even harder for you to motivate yourself to get to school in the mornings than it is for me to get her there.

With all that in mind, know early on that I appreciate you taking on the not-so-quiet storm that is my child for a few hours.

I appreciate you not taking it out on the kids that you don’t get paid for the many roles you may play during the school year, including mediator, secret keeper, counselor, superhero and, at times, the villain.

I hope that you’re just as invested in my child’s future as I am. I’ve got to tell you; the price is pretty high after all this time. I do hear the future payouts are worth it, though.

It is my goal to help you as much as I can. While I may not be able (or want) to commit to every field trip, I’m sure we can work something out when it comes to snacks, Kleenex and class parties. Maybe a couple dozen Krispy Kreme doughnuts in exchange for skipping my name on the chaperone list a time or two. Or a nice Christmas gift for booking the free field trip instead of the $24 option.

Just something to think about.

For what it’s worth, I look forward to picking my kid up in the future and hearing about the awesome day she had and the many new things she learned. I look forward to hanging new art work around the house, posting academic achievement awards and covering up the calorie chart on the refrigerator with exemplary grades from tests and class assignments.

Most of all, I look forward to getting work done without being called every five minutes. Being able to accomplish more than half of my to-do list both effectively and efficiently.

I even look forward to taking some much-needed down time.

Or maybe even a nap.

Either way, I already appreciate all that you’ll do.

Thanks.

I’m Just Saying.

Chronicles of a Single Mom #8 – The Superwoman Syndrome

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Ladies we’re walking around with a syndrome and we don’t even realize it.
There are no symptoms or warnings. Often we don’t realize that we’ve reached our max until it has already happened.
I’m talking about having a case of chronic Superwoman Syndrome.
We work, attempt to keep the house clean, take care of the kids, cook and attend PTA meetings. We don’t realize that we’re running ourselves ragged in the process while taking on more projects.
We’re suffering from The Superwoman Syndrome, the need to be the greatest at what we do whatever we may be doing while adding tasks that we must complete in life, church, and whatever other organizations we may be associated with.
Every morning we make out our lengthy to-do list, put on our cape and start our day. Every evening we come back exhausted with ¾ of our list done, hang our cape up and vow to get the rest done tomorrow.
It’s a lot of pressure and we can burn out or begin to fizzle quickly.
The reality is that we will never cure ourselves of this syndrome. It’s just not going to happen. We’re female warriors at work, at home, at school, at church and everywhere we go. Our list will never get shorter; the tasks will just change on a daily or yearly basis.
And that’s okay.
What’s not okay is forgetting to take time to recuperate.
Every superhero needs a vacation or just a 30-minute break. Time to rejuvenate, recuperate and re-energize in order to be our best selves. What if Batman never let Alfred patch him up when needed? He wouldn’t have been able to continue protecting Gotham and its residents. What if Superman stayed around a batch of Kryptonite? It wouldn’t have been possible to lift buses, save planes, fly faster than a speeding bullet and pursue Mary Jane while holding down a full-time job at The Daily Planet.
Cape or not, I’m still trying to figure out how he changed in those small phone booths so fast and I have issues trying to change in the smaller dressing rooms at department stores.
Either way, the moral of the story is you can’t take care of others without first taking care of yourselves on a mental, spiritual, emotional and physical level. By any means necessary.
Meaning you may need to sacrifice 30-minutes of sleep for 30-minutes of peace. You could meditate or pray over a cup of hot tea or coffee. You could simply remind yourself that the mountain of laundry is truly not going anywhere and you can do it tomorrow.
We can do anything, this is true. But we must do everything to help ourselves achieve these tasks.
It’s hard being Wonder Woman but someone has to stick around to do it.
Why not you?
I’m Just Saying.