Here we go again. Like a volunteer celebrity, I got buzzed in to enter through the red front door of the elementary school. I donned my fluorescent orange name tag, sauntered (with my head held high) through the cafeteria entrance, and pulled on my Saran-wrap-esque gloves, while doing the ‘Princess Wave’. (So that part about the wave is a lie.) I had such a meaningful experience the last time I Served Time, so I was excited about what my 63 minutes would hold during Wednesday’s lunch hour with the wee ones. (If you haven’t read about my earlier experience with Lunchroom Duty, then perhaps you want to begin here first. It’s got a little bit more depth to it.)
I reported to duty about 45 minutes before Charlie’s second grade class came in, so I had plenty of time to
eavesdrop on all the other children’s conversations help assist other children before sitting down with my own. I gleaned lots of juicy gossip about Who has a crush on Whom, Who thinks Whom is bossy, and Who thinks Whom ‘smells like a trashcan’. (I’m serious.) But of course, I won’t divulge any of that here because I am *such* a private person and respect the privacy of others as well. Ahem.
In my attempt to make at least one of my blog posts brief, I will summarize my latest experience with a Top Ten List. (Rejoice. I whittled it down from a Top 38.)
Top Ten Takeaways from Lunchroom Duty, Round 2
10) Based on the number of shelled sunflower seeds I swept, it is baseball season.
9) Second-grade boys still like to compare muscles, just like they did back in 1979.
8) The majority of our children are eating their dessert first.
7) Our Assistant Principal has an amazing singing voice.
(I enjoyed his made-up song about brushing your teeth, while strumming his pretend banjo. I heart him.)
6) Grandparents who visit for lunch are treasures.
5) Custodians are waaaaaaaay underpaid.
4) It is highly possible to work up a full-on pore-dripping sweat while sweeping floors and wiping tables. I count it as my cardio for the week.
3) Random children who ask me to tie their shoes and then rest their hands on my back as I lean over to tie their shoes– well, these random children melt my heart.
2) Charlie Doyle’s eyes still light up when he sees me, and he is not afraid to kiss his Mommy on the lips in front of his buddies.
So there you have it. I left the cafeteria on Wednesday, looking forward to the next time I would find that kind of BEAUTY In The Messy. And on my drive home, it dawned on me that I had not yet helped during Henry’s lunch period. Hmmm. Did I miss it? So when I got home, I looked at the schedule. Oh, there it is. On the letter that I WROTE to his 5th grade class at the beginning of the year, as one of his ROOM MOTHERS. Oh, that’s odd. The parents in Henry’s classroom were supposed to serve way back in March… according to the letter THAT I TYPED MYSELF. Why didn’t his ROOM MOTHERS send out an email to the class, requesting volunteers?! OOPS. Guess this room mother forgot to send out a reminder to the parent list about that small detail.
Oh, goodness! I almost forgot the most important thing…
And the Number One Takeaway from Lunchroom Duty:
1) Kids just want to be loved.
(But who am I kidding… don’t we all?)