Yesterday I went to Charlotte’s first “parent/teacher conference.” This is one of those moments where I am look at myself and can’t believe I’m actually going to something like this. I still remember MY parents going to MY parent teacher conference, so how is it possible that I’m doing this for my daughter? I feel like an impostor. It’s weird. Anyway, I wasn’t really nervous going into it because if Charlotte was having issues we would have been called by now, but I was eager to see what the teacher said. I had to bring her with me and she sat on my lap and was very quiet which was a good sign. The teacher told me everything I needed to hear. She is kind, helpful, and she is eager to learn. She loves to color and glue things. She is starting to come out of her shell and is having conversations with her teachers and the kids around her. She is still quiet and shy sometimes, but she got an excellent report. The teacher wants us to continue practicing the correct way to hold pencils and crayons (sometimes she just grips them in her fist) and she told me that she did have to separate her from her best friend in the class because when they sat together they talked too much, which I find amusing because it’s something Eric and I would do with our friends when we were in school. But I left there feeling very happy. At home she can be fresh and demanding and sometimes straight up annoying, but in school she is respectful and helpful and most important for me, she is nice. That’s really all you could hope for from a parent teacher conference of a 3 year old, right? That your kid isn’t a jerk to the teachers or the other kids and she’s doing what she’s supposed to do. I’m really proud of her. And to be honest I’m proud of me and Eric too. Maybe we’re nailing this parenting thing after all.