It seems like the universe wants me to practice advocating for my son this week.
It isn’t a role in which I am naturally comfortable. I’m not confrontational. It makes me anxious. I would much rather let things slide and stay neutral, but when you have children, you can’t let things slide.
It is a really delicate balance, as a mom, between sticking up and being the voice for your kid, and coming across as a lunatic.
Yesterday I wrote about speaking up on behalf of my son when they changed the schedule at karate to times that would be near-impossible to accomodate in our work/life schedule. I’ve yet to hear back from the instructor regarding my complaint/plea, but had another situation crop up in the mean time.
It is a long story which basically ends in Jack feeling demoralized and squashed like a bug for doing something about which he initially felt special and proud with his teacher at school.
I wrote a long letter to his teacher, and spent the day in an agony of nerves over it. Knowing Jack’s teacher, I was certain that she would take my thoughtful and well-meaning words as an attack. She responded by scribbling a note in the margin of his agenda.
In red pen.
I’m guessing she felt a little defensive, which was not my intent. I merely wanted to facilitate a conversation and explain my little son’s side of things. As carefully as I choose my words, I will not always be able to predict or control how people take them. But as a mom, I have to put them out there.
I’m comforted by words smilecalm left in the comments yesterday. I actually wrote them down on a sticky note and put it up in my office, so I could be reminded of them.