Do not judge me when my children show up to school with powder sugar still dusting their face, hands and clothes, evidence that I let them eat unhealthy, sugar-laden treats for breakfast. In my defense, it was their father that purchased the items for breakfast, not me. I must choose my battles...At least the sweet smell might disguise the sour morning breath of those that escaped before I checked their dental hygiene.
Do not judge me when you go to correct the spelling homework. I saw that two words were misspelled. I am not illiterate and I do care about success in the classroom. I tried to get my child to spell it correctly before he ran out the door. He assured me he would when he got to school...
Do not judge me when my child enters your classroom with wild hair, shoes untied and belt-less pants falling down. All I can say is, I tried...the situation could have been a lot worse!
Do not judge me when my child comes running into the school, verging on late. I am not responsible for the choices my child made, leading to her missing the bus and me having to frantically drive her.
Do not judge me when my child shows up without a lunch (again) today. The nutritious and delicious meal that I created with my two loving hands is still here.
Do not judge me when I show up at school in pjs and still bed-headed at nearly noon to drop off my child's immediately needed item.
Do judge me that my children are happy, creative, kind...and loved.