I hope this message finds you well. I wanted to take a moment to address a few matters that have been weighing on my mind. You may recall a rather chaotic moment during the holiday party when I inadvertently brought peanut cookies, putting two of your students at risk. Your quick response in removing the cookies from their eager hands was commendable, and I am grateful for your preparedness in providing alternative snacks to keep the situation under control.
There are many mornings when I contemplate attaching a note to my daughter, explaining the jelly smeared on her face or the unusual odor emanating from her shirt. However, if I had the luxury of time to write such a note, perhaps the jelly and the questionable attire wouldn’t be an issue in your classroom. So, I’ll attempt to clarify without raising any alarms.
I have not always been in such disarray. Once upon a time, I managed to maintain a semblance of order. I used to observe parents with disheveled children in supermarkets and wondered how they allowed that to happen. After all, grooming should be straightforward: wet hair, comb, and voila.
Then I became a parent.
Getting myself and my three children ready each morning feels reminiscent of a dramatic television series, filled with high emotions and chaos. I start with good intentions, suggesting the matching outfits we chose together the night before, only to encounter complaints about wedgies and scratchy tags. Time slips away, and before I know it, we’re all still in various states of undress, drowning in tears, while shoes remain outside in the rain.
“Are you at least wearing underwear?” I yell over my shoulder as we dash out the door. “It’s important to have a layer between your body and the outside world!” If she manages to eat breakfast in the car, I consider it a success, regardless of the jelly stains that only seem to multiply.
What pains me is the realization that all this reflects on me. I can only imagine your thoughts about what transpires in our home. I’ve observed how she behaves with her peers during birthday parties and field trips, and I know it’s only a glimpse of the energy she brings to your classroom.
While our household can be chaotic, I assure you we do not engage in fart competitions, nor do we treat bodily functions as a source of amusement. Our family is not one to shove pretzel sticks up our noses at the dinner table and exclaim, “Look! I’m a walrus!” as if it were a normal activity.
Despite what you may hear, I am indeed providing her with proper nutrition. Vegetables are seen as an affront to her existence, and I face significant resistance when I dare to serve broccoli.
In conclusion, I want to extend my heartfelt thanks. Thank you for your understanding and support. Thank you for reassuring me that incidents like the cookie mishap are not uncommon. Thank you for being a guiding presence by reminding my daughter about the importance of tissues and ensuring she stays hydrated during lunch. And thank you for taking care to clean her up, as I notice the jelly is gone when she returns home.
I commit to doing my best despite the chaos that seems to surround us. Each morning as I drop her off, I take a deep breath and remind myself: while this may seem overwhelming, I’m sure you’ve seen worse.
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Thank you once again for your patience and support.
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