You see, Lucy thinks that she is impermeable to cold. Or, she doesn't believe me, or the weather man, or her own 2 eyes. She refuses to accept the fact that winter is here. She refuses to wear her winter coat.
And so, every morning the battle ensues. A battle to the death of my spirit. Lucy cries. I cry. The dog watches, with her head cocked to the side. And in the end, the bus driver comes to take a proud and coat less Lucy to school. And there I stand in the front doorway of my warm house, in my pj's, defeated and embarrassed. Thank god that embarrassment doesn't last long and that Hudson is able to snore through the daily war we fight. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to crawl back into bed and dream of children who listen, smile, and wear winter coats.
So. After yet another winter coat battle, me loosing, and crawling back to bed, Lucy came home from school with this note in her backpack.
I was only shocked that it took this long before Lucy's teacher questioned my parenting skills.
To Mrs. Betsy-
I have had this battle with Lucy since she tore her way out of my uterus. She is a fighter. And she is used to winning. I am weak and pathetic. I choose my battles. And I have chosen to let her freeze, in hopes she will one day come (shivering) back to me, begging for forgiveness. Thank you for your help. I am always available if you have any questions and/or concerns. I am also always willing to discuss arrangements (baked goods, money, etc...) to keep social services out of my hair. I have no patience for that. And I can be very ugly when I am angry.
P.S. Lucy loves being in your class and my husband and I look forward to parent teacher conferences next week. I promise to always put Lucy's coat in her backpack. Best of luck getting her to wear it.
Thank you,
Amanda
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