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Friday, May 27, 2016

The "Cool Mom" (do the kids still say "cool"?)

This time last year I was the proud and sobbing mother of a High School Graduate.  Happy to report she has successfully completed her first year of college and is doing well. Tonight I will be chaperoning the band for this year's graduation ceremony. I have been to all of the graduation ceremonies at our high school since my oldest was a freshman.

I have cried at every one of them.



Yes, I'm that mom. I'm the mom that most of the kids know. I don't want to say I'm the "cool mom" because I think all the kids would roll their eyes at that phrase, but I am the mom that most of the kids know. I'm the mom who volunteers to work the concession stand for Friday night football games rather than sit in the stands and watch my band kid perform. I'm the mom who chaperones band trips because I love these kids. I've watched them grow from awkward middle schoolers to awkward high school underclassmen to amazing, bright, talented young men and women.

And tonight I will watch another group of them as they receive their diplomas and move on. And I will cry. I can't help it! It's my own fault for getting involved in the first place. If I was the mom who just showed up when I absolutely HAD to, or just phoned it in, these things would be so much easier. But that's not who I am. I choose to be involved. I LIKE helping out, I want to know who my kids' friends are, and I love getting to know the other parents who are as devoted to the cause as I am. It's a brotherhood/sisterhood sort of thing. You get to know the parents who really want to help and you get to mock the rest who never show up.

So here's to another graduation, the passing of time, the growing up of our children. Best of luck to them and to the parents who made them who they are. And here's to the teachers who helped guide them. I'll have Kleenex ready.

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  1. I love helping out/being part of my kids' school events/activities. But being a school administrator myself, I can't alwaays get away to be there! I've always had thoughts of being the mom that everyone knew- whether that be a good thing or not, up to them. I have dreamed of standing at the snack bar in solidarity with my other school moms...but i've yet to build those connections. one of these days...

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    1. Don't get me wrong, I TOTALLY understand that work commitments and other circumstances often make it impossible for parents to participate as much as they would like to, and I totally respect that. Your dream will come true! I'll save a spot for you in concessions. :)

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  3. I'm right there with ya, sister!! <3

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  4. This is why I volunteer at all the classroom parties and attend all the functions. I want to know my kid's friends and who their parents are. Even in a larger city, this is what creates a small community experience in a school district.

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  5. Well said. I'm the cool uncle, and yes, I still use the word cool so its all good.

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  6. The struggle is real. Been through it four times and I still remember the tears....

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  7. Loved your pictures from The World proessaywriting.com
    of James Herriot. All Creatures is one of my all time favourite shows. Back in 2009 www.proessaywriting.com
    my parents and I went to Thirsk and I loved wandering around the house, I could easily live there. The living room is different in your picture than mine: there was a piano were the TV is in the lounge. Got my picture taken in his old car! Thanks for sharing and for the memories :)

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