Our apologies, but due to circumstances beyond his control bestselling author Dave Farland, who was scheduled to be our guest today, is unavailable. The good news is that he promises to share a Bad Daddy story with us later this month so please be watching for that. In the meantime…
Among the Antelope
I’d curled my hair and rouged my lips, donned a dignified pair of slacks, smart blouse, and stylish shoes. My usual writer’s uniform of faded shorts and uncombed hair wouldn’t do today. I rarely go to my children’s high school, my kids being the independent and competent kind, but today my presence was required. This was a mandatory meeting for all parents whose children wished to take dual credit high school/college classes. I would be meeting with my children’s counselors and teachers.
My kids had both had special morning events to attend and so had driven themselves to school earlier. I steered my car through the morning drop-off chaos and found a parking place in the visitor’s lot. I made my way through the teen crowded halls, smiling broadly despite the looks I was getting – as if I were a zebra who’d wandered into a herd of antelope. Had they never seen a parent before?
A familiar face appeared in the crowd. “Hello, Miss Regina!” said the handsome football player I’d known and loved since he was eight. He asked politely about my daughter, who has had a big crush on him off and on for years, and we talked for a moment. The zebra among antelope feeling grew stronger. I got the impression there was something he wanted to say but didn’t quite know how to say it. I glanced at my watch.
“Great to see you, but I have to run,” I said. “I have a parents’ meeting.”
“Uh, okay, but…Miss Regina…uhm, okay,” he said as I hurried off.
The room was already crowded when I arrived. I chatted with other parents as we waited in line to introduce ourselves to our children’s school counselor and the college instructors. Again I felt zebra-ish and a horrible thought struck me. I fished in my purse for a breath mint, then sucked it while trying to breathe out as little as possible. The counselor seemed distracted when I finally got to shake her hand, but she said wonderful things about my children so I was glowing as I took my seat in the auditorium. Still, I couldn’t shake that zebra feeling.
I breathed into my palm and surreptitiously sniffed. Nope. Minty fresh. I relaxed a little.
The mandatory meeting was informative and, after standing in more lines and filling out pages of forms, an hour later I was back in my car heading home and puzzling over my zebra-ish morning. I decided to stop on the way to pick up groceries. I was about to enter the store when I caught sight of my reflection in the massive glass windows.
“Really, Mom, everyone thinks you’re insane!” my daughter complained when she got home from school that afternoon. “It wasn’t sooo awful that you went to school like that, that you talked to my teachers and counselors and friends’ parents like that. But why, why, why did you have to talk to HIM (her hunky football player crush) with YOUR PANTS ON INSIDE OUT?”
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