I looked around at the parents. Many of them I recognized — we have been together as a group for a decade now. We’re grayer, bigger, balder and of course, older. So are out kids. The kindergarten munchkins now are pre-adults. They will soon be 10th graders.
Time doesn’t fly. It travels at the speed of light.
My son’s class is an exceptional class. The honors handed out today meant that we sat for over two hours hearing their names called. Yes, my son did well today, also. His name was called a few times — He’s a very good kid. His mama and I are proud.
But all the parents in that room were proud. That’s why they were there. I had to park 1/4 mile away from the school because there were so many parents. But those same parents were also there when their kids needed a ride to school. Or help with homework. Or assistance selling candy. Or a PTO volunteer.
You get my point.
I hear politicians float out ways to “fix” education. Too bad they weren’t there today. I’m sure a few of the parents could have told them what they need to do. And they would have seen the secret ingredients: Engaged parents. Dedicated teachers. Focused administration. Proper funding. A successful kid knows that someone cares about them and holds them accountable.
I looked around at room full of parents dedicated to doing just that.
I’m very proud of the Class of 2018. Seeing them makes me think we just might have a chance after all.