Mama’s Secret Parent Teacher Conference Now

Now go sign up for that time slot. And bring a donut for the teacher. She needs one just as much as you do.

Then I cry for three minutes. Not sad tears. Just the release of holding my breath for 15 hours straight. Then I buy a donut. Because I survived. Here is what I’ve learned after six years of these conferences. mama’s secret parent teacher conference

She is your teammate. She doesn’t care if you forgot to send the library book back. She cares if you care. Now go sign up for that time slot

I run the playback. Did she hesitate when she said “reading is improving”? Did that sigh mean exhaustion or just allergies? Did she think I was judging her bulletin board? Then I cry for three minutes

But the moment I sit in that tiny plastic chair across from a woman who has spent 35 hours a week with my child, I revert to a puddle of insecurity.

The secret of the conference is that