Each year I set myself massive and life changing New Year’s resolutions. And each year they amounted to nothing. In fact, about this very time in January, I would either be beating down upon myself for the failure of yet another resolution, or feeling disillusioned by the lack of fulfilment its accomplishment had brought. Either way, I would be miserable.
I got an e-mail from my daughter’s school counsellor regarding an upcoming university visit. I was very excited. My daughter, far less so. When we arrived at the session on the appointed day, all the seats had been taken up, except for the front couple of rows. My daughter was appalled and quite ready to turn around and head back home. I dragged her right to the front, secretly rejoicing at the fact that I didn’t have to get into an argument about where we sat.
Grade one is a tricky age – for parents. You, as a parent, are no longer expected to do things FOR your child, but are still required to do things WITH them. And therein lies the parental dilemma. Where, oh where, lies that perfect balance of involvement and independence?
“What did you do at school today?” I asked as always, expecting no meaningful reply.
I’ve been labelled. All it took was a two-hour movie. And I am partly to blame. Me and Susan Heffley. It happened last Thursday night.