Wednesday, May 18, 2011

People Call Me Many Names, but "Helicopter Mom" is Not One of Them

My 13-year-old was awarded Outstanding Science Student of the Year.

I am embarrassed to admit this, but I didn't even realize my daughter was taking science this year. Had you asked me two weeks ago about 7th grade science, I would have responded "No, I think they take science next year in 8th grade." She has never said one word about science, science class, science homework, or science teachers. You may be thinking, "But, Kim, surely you talked to her science instructor at parent/teacher conferences." AWKWARD SILENCE.

The only parent/teacher conference I attended this school year was at the end of first quarter, and the only teacher to whom I spoke was the 7th grade math teacher. You see, the conferences are held at night. In the hot, loud gym. And you have to wait in long lines to speak with each teacher. I COULDN'T TAKE IT! I made it through the math line, and I was done. Er, finished. Whatever. No more parent/teacher conferences for me.

What about report cards? Yes, she does receive them, and I look at them briefly. She receives the same grade in every class, and I'll let you figure out which letter of the alphabet is repeated. A quick glance is all I need to see that she's excelling; I'm too impatient to itemize each line on her report card.

When I asked my husband if HE remembered our daughter ever mentioning a science class, he had to think for a long time. "Yes!" he finally cried, in a rather triumphant tone. "Remember that one time in the car when she complained that they were starting a unit on the human reproductive system? She yelled GROSS and refused to discuss it any further."

Okay, five points for recalling that brief conversation, but . . . "What's the NAME of her science teacher?" I questioned. He looked at me blankly. "Do you even know if her teacher is a man or a woman?" I asked snottily. He sighed and turned away. Ha! I stand victorious. He has no clue, either.

Well, whoever you are, middle school science teacher, thank you for awarding our daughter with such a prestigious honor.



Dinner last night: steak, baked potato, broccoli, orange cream cake

Exactly one year ago:
Why Did the Moose Cross the Road?


Exactly two years ago:




10 comments:

Michele said...

Sorry, Kim, but I already have the Bad Mom of the Year award in the bag. But maybe we can share the crown.

Lisa @ Two Bears Farm said...

OMG, this is so funny! thanks for making me laugh. It's been a long week :-)

Heather said...

I love it! Welcome to life with a Tween. I can so relate to your story. Well at least she is doing well!

Stephanie Faris said...

YAY, congrats to her!

Katherine said...

Good for your daughter. Be careful. This is how I started out, getting science student of the year. You can see how things have gone from there.

My parents were definitely helicopter parents. Not only did they know all my classes, but got to know all my teachers. It's not necessarily a good thing.

Karen Peterson said...

That is so funny! I don't think my mom could have named more than two of my teachers in all of junior high and high school combined. Although my report cards had a bit more...variety...when it came to the letter grades...

And that's very exciting for your daughter!

Mother Mayhem said...

BRAVO 13! :o)

When Sweetums has trouble with a class, I always know the teacher is at fault. One of the many joys of homeschooling. ;o)

The Jammie Girl said...

Congratulations! As far as I'm concerned, this is proof that you have raised an academically independent child. She does an outstanding job without parental intervention, which bodes well for her high school and college career. Celebrate!!

lilmansworld said...

that is too funny!

Dianna@KennedyAdventures said...

Oh, I have to admit, this made me laugh! I can only imagine the look on your face when she came home and told you!