I try very hard not to be That Parent. The one who thinks the rules don’t apply to their little angels and blisters the ears of the people who dare to challenge either child or parent. I figure the best way to have successful relationships in my kids’ schools is to problem solve together, not be combative.
I failed yesterday.
Mind you, I still don’t think I was wrong. But ordinarily when I hit one of those brick-wall-meets-unmovable-object moments, I take a deep breath and find a way to respond in a measured, rational, relationship-building way.
Yesterday, I handled an encounter with a staff member at one of the kids’ schools very, very badly. I let the frustration of a week filled with nuisances get to me. I thought, “I’ve lost more than half my work time this week to necessary interruptions. I am not about to give up the rest for something that isn’t even real.” What was real was this: I was a real jerk. I have to own that. And it bothers me all the more because it’s Lent, and today’s readings say this:
I can only respond the same way the psalmist did:
It is a new day, and I start again.