The End of an Era

Being a stay at home mom was not a difficult decision for me. At the time there was nothing that I wanted to do more than to be there raising our kids 24/7.  There have been many days when I felt as though I was banging my head against a brick wall and I wondered about my choice. Working with adults is just so much more civilized. Even taking these days into account I can honestly say that I do not for one moment question my choice, my sanity maybe, but not my choice.

I grew up with a working mom and it just was what it was. I always understood why she was working I just wished that once my mom could have gone on a class trip with me (something that she probably would not have done even if she had been home).

So I became that mom. You know, the one who belongs to the PTA, volunteers in my child’s class or any other class where I am needed, is there for every class trip, sporting event, assembly, teacher meeting, guest lecture and parent night.

My kids might be able to complain that I smothered them but not that I wasn’t there.

Yesterday marked a bitter sweet event for me. It was my last class trip. My daughter will be moving on to middle school next year where parental participation is no longer an option. To be honest, I’m glad for the break.

Her class traveled to a city an hour and fifteen minutes away to visit the science centre there. When her teacher asked me to attend I knew that I couldn’t say no. This was it

Let’s begin with the bitter.  The exhibit that we were seeing is called Bodyworks.  Are you  familiar with  this exhibit? I’ve made a concerted effort to avoid seeing it.  There is just something about it that strikes me as voyeuristic and disrespectful.  I understood that it was a great learning experience and fascinating but just as I expected I found it disturbing.

Next  came the IMAX  movie. I haven’t seen one of those in a long time. The movie was called Tornado Alley, interesting.  Wow, never have I been so nauseated by a film. I couldn’t get my eyes to focus and create a single image the entire film. Could it be because of my BIFOCALS?

The bus ride home took a full two hours. I felt very ready to hang up my school trip hat, forever.

The sweet was that my daughter didn’t mind my being there, I think she may even have liked it. That alone made everything else worthwhile.

Daily Smile

The other day my eldest son and I were talking about puctuation. Yes, really.

I was trying to convey the huge difference that puctuation can make to the meaning of a sentence.

He told me that he gets it. He said that there’s a poster in the English department office that goes something like this:


Let’s eat grandma.

Let’s eat, Grandma.

Punctuation, it’s a matter of life and death.


Ha!  Succinctly put, point well made. Definitely deserving of a smile.