Our eight year old daughter was giving a presentation in her classroom today, and asked my husband and I to come.  Now, I liked elementary school as much as the next little wide-eyed and bushy-tailed girl when I was a kid, but when I walk through the hallway now, there isn’t one little bit of me that wishes I could go back… 

So the deal was, each child was to pick a passion of theirs, write a report and also create some kind of visual to go along with it, and then share it with the class.  Ok, easy enough.  Thankfully our little one is pretty darn self-motivated and takes on any challenge w/o any real coercing.  According to her teacher, the idea of this “Personal Project” was that all the kids could learn something they didn’t know about their classmates.  Cool.  I get that. 

My kid writes her paper (all done in class w/ no parental help allowed…Sweet!) and then informs us she would like her visual part to be a video.   Hmmm, she’s into this, how could we not encourage her to do what she thinks would be a great?  We make a video, put it on mini-disc and send it into school with her.  At this point, I’m thinking we’re all done.  Off the hook.  Did our part.  Yeah, right…

Our sweetie lets us know (w/ puppy dog eyes and a pouty lip) that she would really like it if we could come watch her give her presentation.  How the hell do you say, “no” to that?  No way could we turn her down.  I mean, we don’t want her talking badly about us in therapy sessions many years from now, right?

That’s how I found myself sitting, or more like balancing, on a too small chair under a way too small table this morning.  Seriously, I think this stuff is designed to make adults feel ridiculous.  Brought back all kinds of little kid memories.  Like the time in kindergarten when my teacher really didn’t understand my plea of urgency that “I need to go to the bathroom NOW”…and pee ran down my leg.

Yeah, I don’t miss that kind of stuff at all.

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