Tonight was open house night for Sarah’s second-grade class. You know, meet the teacher, see the classroom and file past about a dozen sign-up sheets for volunteer “opportunities.” These sheets have been a problem for me in the past. So you know what I mean, here is what I signed up for last year:
- Leading my daughter’s Girl Scout troop
- Teaching Junior Achievement in Sarah’s class (5-week commitment)
- Leading a Junior Great Books group in Grace’s class (10-week commitment)
- Assisting in four science labs
- Shelving library books once a month
- Baking for and attending assorted class parties/school events
- Working two shifts at the school book fair
I know parents who volunteer for much, much more and parents who volunteer for absolutely nothing. The point is, I signed up for way more than I wanted last year.
The operative word is “volunteer.” It’s not like anyone makes me do this stuff. But typically I look at those lists, my working mom guilt kicks in and I write down my name.
No more. I’ve already stepped down from Girl Scouts. The girls were great, but leading a troop takes way too much time. And tonight, faced with the signup sheets and their promise of supermom status, I signed up for only one science lab and a Halloween party.
If time allows, and if I feel like it, I may sign up for something else as the year goes by. But only if I want to, not because I feel like I ought to.
This whole supermom thing is a load of crap anyway.