Count­ing On

Last Wednes­day, my son Charlie made a game winning touch down, passed to him by my other son Sam, at one of two middle school flag foot­ball games I missed in one week. Fortu­nately, there were Waverly parents there, parents who not only gave them rides, but cheered them on, and later told me all about the game with enough excite­ment, pride, and detail to make me feel like I was there. One of these parents also took my sons home and fed them dinner, as I was working at a Waverly event into the evening. Grate­ful is not a strong enough word to convey what I feel for the Waverly parent community.

The first time one of my chil­dren got lice, it was discov­ered by another Waverly parent. I was working late, and this parent had offered to take my son along with hers to get a haircut. Need­less to say, the hair­cut­ter was not able to finish the cut. Rather than calling me embar­rassed and worried that my child had passed the crit­ters along to her entire family, she went to the drug store, bought a lice removal kit, and proceeded to treat my son’s head. By the time I got him, he was lice-free. This was a stand out event in my personal history of how Waverly parents have supported my chil­dren and me, but only one of many instances of times I have felt speech­less grat­i­tude for a Waverly parent the past twelve years.

Last week alone, parents drove each another’s chil­dren to games as well as various other sports-related prac­tices, set up and sold books for our book fair, planned and spon­sored a liter­acy night, drove and super­vised our youngest students on a field trip to a pumpkin farm, baked for and set an amazing spread for an admis­sions event, deliv­ered, served, and schlepped dirty and clean dishes for pizza, planned, deco­rated, and helped super­vise a middle school Halloween dance. And finally, after weeks and weeks of meet­ings and plan­ning, parents trans­formed the elemen­tary campus for a Halloween party and haunted house that was a marvel of creative energy, dedi­ca­tion, and artis­tic effort; then, they cleaned it all up at evening’s end.

Waverly parents donate their time, talents, services, paper, ink, art supplies, busi­ness know-how, creativ­ity, and exper­tise, but most impor­tantly, they graciously give to each another’s chil­dren year after year.

So if anyone can take Charlie and Sam to any of the three games this week, they need a ride; let me know!