My Homework

When Mimi came home from school on her first day, she gleefully announced that I had homework to do and handed me a sheet of paper.  It was titled “What you need to know about my son or daughter in one million words or less…” The rest of the paper was blank…apparently I was to fill it up with my slightly less than a million words. 

Only…I wasn’t so keen to fill it up.  I reminded my child that I had written a small book for this class last year and asked why we couldn’t just use that one.  My scandalous proposal was met with a huge sigh and  The Eye-Roll that every parent of a teenager is well accustomed to.  My suggestion that it was her father’s turn to write about her was met with yet another sigh of exasperation.   Finally, I agreed to do it…but later.

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I could feel the quiet desperation building up as she gently asked me every day if I had “done my homework” yet. To give Mimi full credit, she was really good about not nagging me.  I had told her that I was trying to think of what to write.  It was true.  I was playing with the idea of writing a story about how very special our girl is.  It would start with when she was still in the womb making her opinions quite clear with her elbows and heels.   Of course it would carry on with how true she really is to the stereotype of fiery redheads.  It would probably end with her trying to get me to fill out an informational paper for one of her classes. 

So, here it is…nearly midnight on the night before she needs to turn her paper in.  I had every intention of writing as close to a million words as I possibly could to her teacher letting her know all she needed to about our girl.

I’m sure I’ll think of something for my Homework.  The truth is, all I really want to write is “We Adore Her!”

Hmmm….do you think I can get away with it…

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