How to Train a Neurotic Parent.

It was just as I pulled the car to a halt outside of the school, that the second little traveller realized she’d forgotten her towel. For a girl who is organized, on time, and meticulous with details, not having a towel for school swimming lessons is a catastrophic event in one’s life. There was a definite foot stamp, an agitated groan, and a stormy exaggerated huff. The other travelers looked on with caution, they knew the drill, eyes forward, don’t suggest or comment, avoid eye contact and evacuate the area as soon as possible.

“What time do you have PE?” I tried to keep my voice calm, which was hard because my head was about to explode with the idea of driving back to the freaking school again. The school with the carpark that resembles some sort of motor derby event. The school that requires a badge, a signature and a walk of shame; you may not notice the giant sign on your head as you make your way past each class “Yes, I am the completely disorganized mother who has neglected her child and forced her into this hideous toweless position.” I completed the walk of shame last week when I discovered the 4th traveller’s lunch money sitting on his car seat. I did it the week before with the third traveller’s lunch box, and the week before that with a library book.

I could have left these things in my car, it’s true, but I still would not have escaped the shame. The shame of the red stamp in the planner requiring a parent signature, the shame of the email with a “reminder”. The shame of the awkward glance from the teacher as she pats your child on the head at the school gate and says “Now, next week we’re going to bring our reading log book every day aren’t we?”

For a moment you’re confused. We? Is she coming to stay this week? Oh – you mean ME!

I stood at the bottom of the stairs today barking out the usual enquiries to the ether. Library books? Reading logs? Homework folders? PE Uniforms? Swimming bags (minus the towel). Lunch? Guitar? Laptop? Trombone? There is a last minute inspection of teeth, faces and hair.

As we rushed to the car, terrified of being late for the all important computerized testing that we’ve been reminded of all week, I notice an email from a teacher on my phone. I scrolled quickly – no half day tomorrow, Professional Development for the teachers on Thursday, there was more testing, not today but tomorrow. I mark it, and remind myself to drag it into the box with the other school emails that have arrived in the past 24 hours. Similar instructions, different children. The testing requires reminders that you believed were already daily events? Make sure he’s in bed early, make sure he’s has a good breakfast, make sure he’s not late. There was another email from a PE teacher, explaining the requirements of next week. An email from the 4th traveler’s teacher reminds me of the change in schedule and suggests I read the class blog for daily updates during the week.

Daily updates? I need to check in daily?

How does anyone hold down a full time job with this sort of responsibility.

Speak to any parent of my generation and ask them how often their own parents went to their school. My mother coached netball, made honey snaps, chocolate crackles, and read the occasional reader. I’d beaten her in school visits by the time the first little traveler had completed Kindergarten.

“I’ll come back with your towel by lunch time sweetie, it’ll be fine, there’s no need to stress”.

She calmed, put her chin down and lifted her eyes up in my direction “thanks Mum” she mumbled. As she wandered off, she turned and blew a kiss in my direction.

I arrived back at the house and read through my emails properly on my laptop. Item one, at the top of the page, I’d somehow missed it on my phone, amongst the testing, the curriculum and the class photos for the week, there it was:

“There will be no sports on Monday”.

No swimming – no towel required. No walk of shame, no trip to the school.

Ever wonder how parents become over involved and labelled as helicopter parents?

It takes years of training.

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  1. My two take the school bus which is cool. The school hardly ever sends emails, but expect parents to look in the correspondence book every day. I expect my kids to tell me when things are going on, so the result is my youngest son told me at 7pm one day that there was a parent’s meeting at 5.30pm. Oops, missed it.

  2. i’m sure the school has a lot to offer, but it sounds bl¡nking awful — logs, blogs, schedules, red stamps — is it a school or the army? luckily our school teachers seems to be as disorganised as i am, so there is can be moral high ground! and i only have two kids … good luck, Mumma! xt

  3. When my older three were in school I think I went once a year to the cake stall at the school fete. Then when the oldest was in her final primary year I caved and did one day a week of tuckshop duty.
    It’s astonishing to me the level of interaction required by parents and all those emails!
    What happened to each teacher reminding the class at the end of the day to bring their readers/towels/whatever the next day.

  4. I’d be black banned from that school. I am lucky that this year one of my kids teacher is as disorganised as me, we love her. I forget stuff constantly and sometimes have to return to school to deliver forgotten items.

  5. Good old International Schools…..

  6. Oh Kirsty!! I am with you on all of this!! I have counted emails on a couple of occasions when it felt completely out of control, and there were ten emails in ONE DAY! A couple of my favourite emails were from camps, with details of what the kids had for dinner. And here I was thinking they were going to starve them… Seriously?! This year we have added an extra campus in…joy. I am forever skimming emails, adding reminders to calendars, checking charts… Maybe we have too many children 😉

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  8. I quite often find myself spending an hour or more on kid admin. And the worst thing is, my eldest is off at college and we STILL get e-mails from them. Last semester we got a few asking us to remind our students about this and that. You can imagine what I did with those e-mails. She’s 19 fer cryin’ out loud.

  9. Thanks for a good laugh, sometimes I think the schools would rather train the parents than the kids! I also find it depends on the child: roll-with-the-punches kids just tend to learn the lesson of not forgetting X OR deal with the consequences while the more nervous types fret and worry. Same with when they are truly ill and stay home from school. The first type accepts that they’ll have to make up work but know they are sick and need to rest; the worriers spend their sick day wringing their hands and imagining the worst. I’ve had one of each and believe me, I’ve spent a lot of time calmly explaining that the world does not end if they aren’t perfect. Never has, never will.

  10. I am so grateful my two granddaughters are school organized. I think it was their survival mechanism in their disorganized home. I check it, sign it, quiz them for tests, if asked. As for the parent participation, I just smile. I am the grandparent and recognize useless when I see it.

  11. As a teacher I have made wristband reminders and feverishly stapled them to preppies (5yr olds) wrists to remind about swimming (first day only) or an excursion as we couldnt rely on kids to remember and most parents didnt have email 🙂
    i didnt staple the reminders to their wrists – just as a band 🙂

  12. I can’t imagine keeping track of 4, I struggle with school reminders for just one. My saviour is the weekly chalkboard just inside the door. The regular schedule (library, sports) is written in chalk paint, weekly stuff is written in on a sunday in regular chalk (transferred from the calendar). Miss 8 can actually check herself as to what she needs on a day, before going out the door. We still forget sometimes, but less often now.

  13. Please do not write about this subject – it stresses me out too much! Teachers are like Mothers – they never lose their power over you.

  14. I’m all for schools communicating with parents, but several emails a day is too much. hope you have a big diary!

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