A mother has been working hard to set up a meeting with me, and our schedules finally worked so that she ended up in my classroom after school today. She sent her daughter away so we could speak privately, and then she started listing all the things her daughter is doing wrong. Hanging with a bad crowd, stealing things, lying, not doing homework… that sort of thing.
Mom put all the family business right out on the table, and then looked at me and said:
“So I’m here because I really need your help. Things are going so terribly and I don’t know how to fix it. What should I do?”
I responded, “Nice chat, thanks, but I just turned 24, I have no kids, and I have ABSOLUTELY no idea.”
Well, not really… but I wish I could have said that. Instead I think I did a lot of sympathetic head-shaking and question-asking. Then I came up with the best plan I possibly could, promised to put it into effect, and told her we’d check in again in a week or two to see how things were going.
Sometimes it amazes me what parents think I can control.