At the beginning of this school year, I looked at my own work schedule and noted down Parents Night, which I alternately enjoy and dread every year. I love getting to meet the parents and am always nervous about making a good impression, plus it’s a long evening in the middle of a long week in the middle of a long month at the beginning of the year, when the pace is just frantic.
Then I got the flier from my kids’ school, which talked about Parents Night…..which was on the exact same night, at the exact same time. I took the news like a blow, immediately upset. I have not missed any of my daughters’ Parents Nights, and as a parent, it is always one of my favorite nights. I feel like a part of the community, I see friends I didn’t see much over the summer, I get to see faces and demeanors for those names that I’ve been hearing so much over the past few weeks. I get to meet the teachers, and show them that my girls have engaged parents. I tried to comfort myself with the fact that my husband would be able to go, but it still really bothered me that I wouldn’t get to go myself.
Then my husband got sick today, and now neither of us will be there. For the first time, my kids won’t be represented. And yes, things come up, and yes, you can’t control everything, and there are plenty of other chances to meet teachers and see friends. Perspective, etc.
But still. It really matters to me, and I missed it.


