I was recently invited to teach a writing lesson to the students in my daughter’s classroom. It was an opportunity to bring together my two loves—teaching and writing. Yet, there was a moment of hesitation. For the first time ever, I wondered if my daughter would want me to come to her classroom. This summer she turned nine, and I’ve noticed that with her growing maturity comes new parental expectations.
I’ve noticed that around her friends and in social settings, my behavior matters. No longer am I allowed to act silly when transporting her friends in the car. And I am definitely not allowed to sing out loud. When I jokingly tease her friends, I get “the look” from my daughter. But these new parental boundaries don’t bother me. I was young once, and I distinctly remember when my parents’ behavior straddled a thin line between being socially acceptable and downright embarrassing. In order to maintain access to my daughter’s world, I am willing to conform to her parental expectations.
So I asked my daughter if it would be okay if I taught a lesson on word choice to her classmates. She gave me a whole-hearted YES and enthusiastically added, “Be sure to tell them about www.handsfreemama.com!”