I had to sit down and write this post after being ordered by my daughter not to write any more notes for packing into her school lunches. Just last year, she had lamented over how she always had to have the cafeteria hot lunch while other kids ate their homemade lunches, lovingly packed by their mommies.
Since I now work a 4-day work week, I thought she’d appreciate my lunches and notes whenever I could pack them. But yesterday, I included a note that began, “Greetings, my child.” ”Hello” and “hi” seem so mundane. ”Greetings” just sounds more festive, right? She got home and asked, “Are you an alien? That’s what aliens say when they step off their space ships!”
Well, she is 13 years old now. She claims my notes were embarrassing because friends were taking them to read aloud during lunch. Maybe they desperately grabbed at them because they didn’t get notes from their own mothers. Yeah, that must be it. My daughter also didn’t appreciate my humor. Sometimes, I wrote things like, “Be sure to play nice with the other kids”, “Don’t be a bully” and “Make wise choices!” Once in awhile, I signed off with, “Love, Yo’ Mama.”
No more lunch notes means no more time spent pondering challenging vocabulary words to include to make sure she’s exposed to more than LOLs and IDKs. Whenever I could, I would use words like “conundrum”, “exasperating”, “spectacular” or “perplexing” in my notes. Then, I would test her on those words when she got home from school just to make sure she knew how to spell and use them properly.
So, here I am writing a blog post because I will miss writing lunch notes. It’s sad but the pain is not excruciating.