I stand before you a 3rd-year PTA mom.
PTA mom? Ew. It sounds so domestic. So white picket fence-y. So French manicured. So... not me.
Of course, I've been going to PTA meetings for 3 years. I know from experience that the moms do not fit any particular stereotype. Some of the moms are the domestic, white picket fence-y, French manicured type. Some of the moms are not. Some of the moms are dudes and prefer to be referred to as "dads."
Still "PTA mom" makes me shudder a little. It's right up there with "soccer mom" on the list of things I don't want to be called. (And my son even plays soccer.)
Despite all this, I am a mother who cares about her son's education. And so, I fill out the PTA form every year and pay my dues and do my best to get to the meetings and maybe even find an opportunity to volunteer here and there. It's an endeavor that's proven rather difficult in the past as a working single mom, since most volunteering involves either taking a day off or trying to find a sitter.
But this year I'm not quite a single mom anymore. And this year, I'm not just a PTA mom.
This time around, I'm a PTA mom with an official role on an official committee. And it's a meaty committee too, one that will involve community surveys and grant writing and fundraising and has a two-year (at best) completion plan. Our first meeting was last night and I left feeling invigorated.
I don't bake, my white picket fence is painted red and mostly rotted, and it's been years since I last had a manicure, French or otherwise. But I do genuinely enjoy actively participating in my son's education.
So go ahead, call me a PTA mom. I'll get over it.
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