A Last-Day Letter to the Moms at School Drop-Off and Pick-Up

I just glanced in the mirror and it’s not looking pretty. This ill-fitting shirt accentuates my love of sugar, my makeup-free skin is blotchy and my lackluster hair is hanging limp around my tired face. It would be tempting to pull myself together before running to pick up my son from kindergarten, but thanks to you I don’t have to.

You have seen me twice a day for the past nine months. And lets face it, I have looked worse and so have you.

We’ve paraded into school in jammies, faded yoga pants, sweaty workout gear and stained t-shirts. Our hair has been a steady stream of pony tails, baseball hats and messy buns. I can’t think of any other time in my life where I let so many people see me in such a state of disarray. And you never judged me for it.

But more significantly, you became part of the very fabric of my child’s school experience. And mine.

You smiled empathetically while I peeled my wailing son from my leg day after day at drop off. You pretended not to notice that time we had to duck into the bathroom for a quick wardrobe change after a potty accident. And you didn’t stare when he showed up for school looking like something I found in the back alley. I did the same for you. And we developed a silent sisterhood over all of it, didn’t we?

We only had a few minutes each day to chat, but its funny how a year’s worth of small talk can add up.

Standing in the hallway, we swapped stories of nightmarish mornings and our kids’ classroom faux pas. We consoled each other over stomach flu and celebrated lost teeth. We laughed ourselves silly over our children’s antics. We cheered each other on when fatigue seeped into our bones and hugged each other gently when tears of frustration fell. And with encouraging smiles, we wished each-other well every single day as we herded our children in and out of school.

Tammie Haveman
Tammie Haveman
Tammie is the wife to a gem of a husband and mama to four of the nicest kids you’ll ever meet. She chases her kids and a menagerie of horses, goats, and chickens around her little hobby farm out in the Minnesota countryside. Tammie is passionate about God’s command to love and serve others in community. She plays an active role in women’s ministry at her church and serves as assistant director of a nonprofit that wraps around isolated kids and families. Tammie blogs about hospitality, faith, and serviceat www.twentyshekels.com. You can also catch her on Facebook, Pinterest, Instagram, Twitter, and LinkedIn.

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