Room Mom

Room Mom

“I have heard you would make an excellent room mom,” she said.  The words from Hannah’s teacher conjured up images in my mind of Old Mother Hubbard and tasty little parties for restless third-graders.  Yes, I can do it, but I waited for the barrage of parents to take this position as they did in kindergarten, first, and second grade.  I think the teachers had to draw numbers to keep the kindergarten parents from duking it out on the playground.

It isn’t the job, necessarily.  It isn’t even the title of room mom or room parent that scares me.  The fact is that every child is expecting grand things this year.  That should be enough to send shivers up my back.  I have always had ultimate respect for the room mom.

I will do my best to involve every parent who thinks they can even slither away unnoticed.  A snack, a napkin for an event, a thank you for the hours of dedication to their teacher, will all be expected and appreciated.  Maybe I’ll get a rainbow wig and have fun with this.  I think it will be a great year in the third grade!