I want to say thank you to all the Room Mothers.
Thank you for organizing the class parties and offering to drive for the field trips. Thank you for all that you do to help the teacher throughout the year.
I’m not a room mother. I would get caught on a conference call and miss the party. I would get buried by a Very Important Project at work and mess up planning the Very Important Party at school.
I will do whatever you ask me to do (hopefully, you communicate via e-mail). I will arrive (hopefully, not late) with cupcakes and juice or balloons and napkins.
I feel bad that I’m not doing more. I feel out of place when I arrive in a suit and heels and sassy hair. I want to randomly announce that I was a stay home mom when my daughter was little. I lived in my two favorite pairs of jeans!
It's not you, it's me. I don't sense any judgement on your part. Again, thank you.
Still. I hope you don’t think I’m a slacker. I hope you don’t think I put my career before my kids. If it came to it, the job would go in an instant. Maybe I should have that embossed on my handbag.
It's not you. It's me.