Ever had one of those? a Worst Parent Ever! moment?
Last night was my official inauguration into the Worst
Parent Ever club. It was the night before the first day of school…correction:
the night before the first day of
Middle School for my brilliant, geeky, funny
but sensitive and sometimes pessimistic youngest guy. He’s awesome, and his new
school is going to be awesome and everything was awesome… until bedtime. The Man
and I always do one last email check before bed (geeks through-and-through), so
we both discovered the email at the exact same time.
And gasped at the exact same time.
It was a friendly little note from the director of Jordan’s
new school:
“
What a great first day at school! The
kids did an amazing job and it was wonderful to see our new and improved campus
filled up with happy faces. Clearly we are going to have a great year.”
Yeah. Alternate
reality, right? Whose life did I accidentally slip into just now? The first day
of school is tomorrow. It’s tomorrow!
Nope.
We missed the first day of middle school.
Epic. Beautiful. Glorious. Swan-Dive-Into an empty pool-Failure!
To my credit, they did start a day earlier than the public schools this year and the rest of us are all public schoolers. But on the
“ridiculous fail” side, I honestly clicked that stupid “First Day Of School” link no less than 25 times this week and apparently never actually read the message there even once. So Brilliant.
We laugh in this family. It's a
dang good thing.
We decided he can use this excuse for just about everything
now. Doesn’t all of life hinge on that first day of middle school?
How many job interviews could he be late for and say, “Yeah, well…my parents made me miss the first day of middle school and I’ve been catching up ever since.” Who wouldn’t have pity on that kid, right?
Card games lost: “I missed the first day of middle school.”
Girlfriends dumped: “Yeah, I missed the first day of middle school.”
Fails the math final: “It must have been what I missed that first day of middle school.”
So as it turns out, we’ve given him a great gift after all, you see.
He now has,
The freedom to fail.
(...oh, and also we bought him the large size at
Cuppa Yo after school today).
That's also why I decided to go ahead and write a post about my most fantastic parenting failure to date. Giving ourselves the
freedom to fail is the starting place for so many great stories, so many courageous successes! And now I bequeath that to you.
You, my dear friends, now have the freedom to make a creative and far-reaching plethora of legitimate mistakes and all the while, you'll be able to say: "Yeah, but I had this friend
once who totally spaced her kid's first day of middle school."
See that? I can be generous that way (
...which probably mostly has to do with the fact that I had the large size at Cuppa Yo today too).
Go ahead. Fail. Laugh. Try again. Laugh some more.
That'll be the policy in our family. At least for as long as there is a Cuppa Yo.
And Jordan?
Jordan's been busy all afternoon coming up with reason after reason why he's the luckiest
kid on the block...having not had to go to the first day of middle
school.
Geez, I love him!