I am a normal parent, and of course I was thrilled to hear such gushing about my daughter. P was home sick and I had to send SS upstairs to give him the good news (SS did not know). P's first reaction was "are you sure? our daughter has self control? really?" But he was a proud Baba and before I could ask he stated that he would take time off work to be there. Then he said "February? The shortest month of the year? She is relegated to Black History Month?" I reminded P that our daughter has been ignored by her teacher since August, we should cherish her teacher noticing her.
Yesterday was the 100th day of school and I volunteered to help in the classroom. P met us at school and his amazing blue eyes and kilo watt smile were in full force. He was so proud of his little girl and those around him could not help but smile. When SS's name was called I was already in filming position, but P wanted a picture of SS realizing she was to be awarded. One thing that melted our hearts was SS's classmates cheering for her.
The timing of the 100th day celebration could not have been any better. Just the day before I was having a pity party, longing for the days when work was a priority, to the point that I talked in my sleep about what I planned to write on my reports. I was being selfish and thinking about me. Then there I was in SS's classroom, watching her on such a high note, enjoying her recognition and day of fun. I thanked P, because while he does not like to admit it, it has been him who has consistently asked me to wait to return to work. I thanked him because I had the privilege to be in the midst of the 100th day of school celebration madness. I was in the middle of a pack of wolves, and enjoyed every second.
The kids had pizza for lunch, cheese or pepperoni. As I was walking by SS's table I heard the funniest thing. O was talking about his dog. "My dog died, we has attacked by a wolf." O takes another bite of food, then continues, "I don't know he was, I hope he was killed by a wolf." WTF??? I told P and he had a theory. P thought that O's comment wasn't so odd. P thought that maybe O's dog was missing, and O was giving his dog a heroic ending. OK, but it was funny as hell to hear it.
I did the writing, but SS was responsible for the 100 dots on her shirt.
It's me! I have no idea why the principal called my name, but I'm right on it.
As expected SS ran into her Baba's arms. She did notice me sometime later.
Getting ready for the 100 item trail mix mess.
Swings are not longer evil, and SS has requested one for her back yard.