Today is report card day. It got me to thinking, what if we got grades in parenting? Would I be failing? What if there was a tiny little teacher following me around, sipping tea at the dining room table, lurking behind the racks at the store and marking down every success or parenting fail that came my way? Would the fact that I forgot to send $15 and the form so Joshua could get a yearbook yesterday be the same as not turning in my homework? Would losing my temper because the boys are threatening each other in the aisle and I taking them out to the car immediately warrant a grade of C because I did not remain completely composed?
On the other hand, getting a grade would give me something to strive for. Would let me know if I was doing anything remotely right, because let’s face it. No matter how perfect a parent you think you are, you may just be grooming your kid for an orange jump suit and chain gang duty. How do you know? No one tells you, your child can look happy, healthy and even be polite, but does that mean you are earning an A?
The most any of us can do is our best, and pray that we don’t screw up our kids too bad. They don’t come with instructions after all, not even those 100 page instructions that come with shelves, which are in Japanese and you have to translate them or you come out with a horrendous piece of modern art instead of a bookcase. Everything else comes with instructions, even shampoo. Kind of makes you wonder huh? Life would be easier with a tiny tote-sized teacher we could stick in our purse for evaluation, but I guess you stop being graded and fly free when you are a parent. I would like to think I earn at least a B- on most days.