Parent Teacher Conference: Grade F

Last Tuesday, Jerry, Ella and I celebrated our parent-teacher conference with a pre-meeting treat at a local coffee shop. Full of croissants, tea and expectation we headed to Concordia. We enter and the school is quiet. Teachers are gone and the cleaning staff is hard at work. After some phone calls, some questioning and aggravation, we learned that we had missed our conference. It was Monday. I'm not going to lie, there were tears and guilt. How can I keep so much straight in the lives of my clients and not get this one thing right for my very own daughter? What would her teachers think? Happily, this emotional wound healed rather quickly. Ella got over it as well. I'm getting used to quick recoveries after beating myself up over something silly. Why do we do this? Just as my confidence had rebounded I had an impromptu meeting with her teacher on Friday. When pressed if she had any concerns about Ella's development she simply stated, "Ella has no problem attaching to strangers". This sent my mind reeling once again. Visions of eastern European orphanages came to mind. Kids yearning for attention from any warm body. Shame spiral commenced...nah, she's fine.