Last week, like many parents in our community, I went to kindergarten orientation—I swear I only teared up maybe four or five times. One of the things I did there was join my school's PTA.
When I was a kid, I dreaded PTA meetings—because my mom wouldn't miss one...ever. Not one. Not once. And I would sit through the meetings watching the clock because for some reason she would never leave me home with my older brother. Later, I learned this was for my own protection.