I get a lot of letters from my kids’ school. In no special order, they’ve included:
The “head lice is going around school” letter.
The “a stomach flu is going around school” letter.
The “no candy is allowed and all food for the Halloween party must be nut-free” letter.
The “head lice is going around school” letter again.
The “no candy is allowed and all food for the Valentine’s Day party must be nut-free” letter.
The “birthday party invitations cannot be distributed at school” letter.
The “snow gear dress code for recess” letter.
The “step throat is going around school” letter.
The “head lice is going around school” letter yet again.
The “here are all of the places parents are not allowed to park at school” letter.
And my personal favorite…
The “a case of the Epstein-Barr Virus has been diagnosed in your child’s classroom” letter.
I’m afraid to check my email! What’s next? Asbestos in the pipes? The bubonic plague?
I get it. Parents need to be informed. Teachers want sick kids to stay home. No one wants to kill a kid with a food allergy. Kids need to wear boots on the playground. The parking lot is small.
My kids go to a great school in an excellent school district. They’re getting a solid education. I check their homework daily, and I occasionally see quiz scores, art projects, and writing samples. Their grades are fine, their classmates are friendly, and their teachers are accessible.
The saying “no news is good news” should be applicable here. I have nothing to complain about, yet I long to receive a letter from school about something positive. About the curriculum, technology in the classrooms, or character education. About how our kids are handling Common Core. About anything other than nits and vomit!
Then it came in the mail, a postcard addressed directly to my first grader. It’s from his teacher, and the letter on the backside includes phrases like “proud of all your hard work” and “fantastic reader and writer” and “great friend and helper” and “Keep it up!”
I left it in the mailbox so my son, who loves mail, could discover it on his own. A huge smile stretched across his face when he found it, and I couldn’t have been more proud as I listened to him confidently read it aloud.
It’s the letter from school I never expected, and it was worth the wait.
(This post originally ran on The Runaway Mama)
About the author: Jennifer Gregory is a stay-at-home mom and the writer behind the blog, The Runaway Mama. Her writing has been published on Scary Mommy, Club Mid, Mamalode, Sammiches and Psych Meds, BonBon Break, and The Good Men Project to name a few, and she has been featured on the TODAY Parents weekly “Best Parenting Posts on Facebook” list. She wouldn’t want to be anywhere else except home raising her two boys, but like the little bunny in Margaret Wise Brown’s classic book, she sometimes wants to run away. Read more at The Runaway Mama, and find her on Facebook and Twitter.