That’s me. Except that I would never wear that shirt with those pants. I mean, obviously.
I swear to God, I didn’t make this up. And I promise that the picture below is only nearly illegible because it’s a photo of a photo copy and the text is only cut off because I screwed up scaling it when I tried to make it darker so that you could actually read it. Basically, I just suck at anything and everything even remotely related to technology and my IT department is currently snoring in our bed so you’re stuck with me and my mad skillz.
But apparently, none of that matters. Because as it turns out, I’m all that and a bag of chips. Does any one else kinda miss the Ricki Lake show? No? Just me?
When we went to Brooke’s parent-teacher conference last week (or in our case, parent, general ed teacher, special ed teacher, aide and case manager / inclusion specialist conference, cause ya know, that’s how we roll), they showed us some of her work. And among that work was the following.
The assignment had been to write about someone who is important to her. She chose me, which, quite frankly, would have been enough to make me really, really happy. But she didn’t stop there. She wrote about WHY I am important to her. And well, that sort of catapulted me straight to cloud nine. With support from the awesome Ms J, this is what she wrote:
You’re going to have to take my word for it when I tell you what it says. I pinky swear I’m not changing a word. And I’m keeping her spelling and her capitalizations intact because, well, they’re hers.
My mom is very nice and goes wherever I go. She watches TV with Me, she Takes me home. She lets me put on Plays, she makes me happy, and she sleeps in bed with me. She’s my favorite mom and she lets me play with her phone. I love her a lot. Mom is beautiful. She is a beauty. She tells me stories. She laughs when I say dreidal dreidal dreidal.
I know, right?
I mean, RIGHT?
Let’s be honest, I’m pretty sure that this is the peak of my parenting career. I mean, how could it get better than this? I’m her favorite mom, people. Like, of all her moms, *I* am her favorite!
Yeah, that’s it. I can go now.
My work here is done.