Before school started, I wrote a column asking parents to please support teachers. This week, I had to put my money where my mouth was because Little Son begged me to come participate in “Tell Us About Your Job” at his school.
Of course, I naturally tried to foist it off onto Nurse Hubs.
“But Daddy’s job is so much more interesting!”
Nurse Hubs wasn’t having any of it, though. I suggested that it would be a great way to introduce a whole new generation to HealthSouth Hospital and rehab care.
“You could bring them swag! Give them all Band-Aids!” But apparently, not a lot of kindergarteners come in for rehabilitation after hip or knee replacement surgery. And they don’t even allow small children onto the hospital floor, so he wasn’t buying it.
“What am I supposed to say to a bunch of 5-year-olds?” he asked.
And it seemed really important to Parksalot that I come, so I caved. But I wondered the same thing The Hubs did. What am I supposed to say to a bunch of 5-year-olds? I mean, I don’t even like large groups of kids. Especially kids I don’t know. I talked about it with my son. I tried to explain to him that a lot of what I do in my column and on my blog site is talk about being a mom. Then, warming to my subject and hearing angels on high, I continued. “The point of my work is that I want other moms to know they aren’t alone. That we are all out there, trying to navigate mommyhood, life and womanhood, trying to raise healthy and happy kids without completely losing ourselves and our minds in the process.” Continue reading