The year my daughter was a senior in high school, one morning we had 6 inches of snow; her school bus came late. When she arrived home that day, she didn’t look happy.
“What happened?” I asked.
“The lady at the administration desk scolded me for being late. I told her the school bus was late. She then complained about my attendance record, telling me I shouldn’t miss so many school days.”
“I’ll go to talk to her tomorrow,” I said.
“NO! Don’t go. I’ll be embarrassed.”
“But, I have to. Otherwise, on the next snowy day you will be scolded again.”
She thought for a while, and said, “I still think we should let go, Mom. I’ll be fine.”
Next day, I went to see the principal. The principal wasn’t there; the vice-principal came to meet me. With a normal-chatting voice, I told the vice-principal what had happened, and asked her what we should do on the next snowy day so my daughter wouldn’t be scolded again (Pretending stupid solves problems better than shouting, in my opinion.)
The vice-principal said she was sorry about the incident. She assured me that it wasn’t my daughter’s fault.
I moved on to my next subject: my daughter’s attendance record. I told her that other than taking one sick day, the only time my daughter had missed school was when school asked her to participate in events or competitions. “If school isn’t happy with her attendance record, please consider sending someone else next time.”
Vice principal apologized. She promised me this wouldn’t happen again.
Later on that day, my daughter came home with a big smile on her face. She told me she was called to the office and the lady had apologized to her.
“Mom, you know what? Today, the whole day, I stayed far away from the office. I worried that you might come. I didn’t want to be embarrassed,” she said, and hugged me. “But, Mom, I am glad you did.”
I don’t like confrontation. But protecting my daughter’s right is an important mother thing for me. I do take it seriously.
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