First and foremost, I’d like to thank you for all that you do for my son’s elementary school. The fund raising, the teacher gifts, the special events – the school wouldn’t be the same without you. In fact, your strength and success are among the reasons we chose this fantastic school for our boy when we moved to Chicago last year. When I sat there in San Francisco, trying desperately to imagine my new life here, you were part of the picture. That is, I just knew that I would be among you on a regular basis, devoting some time each week to the betterment of my child’s school.
What’s that? You don’t recognize my name? No, I know, I shouldn’t be surprised. One of your members introduced herself to me for the third time recently at the Book Fair, and I was too embarrassed to tell her that I knew exactly who she was because we’ve talked a handful of times before. Instead I allowed myself to be an invisible mom, one she’d never met. It was close enough to the truth.
I am not a guilt-ridden mother. I have devoted vast amounts of time, energy, and love to this first-grader of mine, and I don’t fear that I should have given him more. I love my career as a pediatric therapist and find the work enormously satisfying. I do not regret working part-time. I believe that the idea of the “perfect” mother is crap and am generally content to be the “good enough” mother. So why is it that I feel such guilt about my lack of involvement at school?