We obsess over getting pictures of our kids next to a chalkboard sign stating their grade and what they want to be when they grow up (something they will laugh at us for one day, I’m sure, even though we tell ourselves we are creating memories), find them the perfect first-day-of-school outfit, snap a shot of them in front of the house, their school, with their teacher, with us…, coax them into walking into their new classroom with all the excitement and smiles we can muster, and then shed a million tears on the drive home.
I’m either an awesome, crafty parent or a really crappy one. It depends on how you look at.
I made a bunch of DIY gifts for Mia’s Preschool teachers this year, and while I got “ooo’s” and “ahhh’s,” from them and “how do you find the time?”, only I knew that I had whipped them up last minute and DIYing was the best I could come up with…
So because I’m in my own little world, it wasn’t until Tuesday morning when I woke up and starting checking my social media streams that I realized it was National Teacher Appreciation Day… oops. So I dropped my daughter off at Preschool and started brainstorming what I could pull together to bring with me three hours later when I picked her up.
In searching for “teacher appreciation gifts” on Pinterest, I came across a plant and tag that said “thanks for helping me grow…” and my wheels began to turn.
Candid Coffee Talk is a series where I take a time-out from the usual topics to share a snippet of my life as a mom… and since it’s “candid,” you can be sure it’s honest (probably a little too honest). So grab a cup of coffee, read on and join in the discussion!
I swear, every time my daughter comes down with a cold I do the “not again…” heavy sigh, and then I run through all the kids in my head that I know who are sick and try to figure out who gave it to her. What good does it do? None, really. But I feel better knowing who to blame. Yes, it’s terrible. But, come on, you do it too, don’t you?