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I tell myself I’m not worried. I am a “chill parent.” But I have already packed a notebook, a pen that works, a list of questions, a breath mint, and a spare pair of glasses I don't need, just in case the tension breaks my current ones.
Then I cry for three minutes. Not sad tears. Just the release of holding my breath for 15 hours straight. Then I buy a donut. Because I survived. Here is what I’ve learned after six years of these conferences.
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So the next time you get that email, take a breath. You are not on trial. You are just gathering intel. You are the expert on your child. The teacher is the expert on the classroom. Together, you’re an unstoppable (if slightly tired) team.
What if the child I see at home—the genius, the comedian, the sweetheart—isn’t the child they see at school? The Handshake (The Vibe Check) I walk into the classroom. The lights are fluorescent. The air smells of crayons and hand sanitizer. The teacher smiles. I smile.