In contrast, Margaret had no household chores to deal with; her days were spent hanging out with friends or at the salon, and she refreshed her wardrobe every season.
Thinking about what the teacher said, I knew there was a serious problem with Kevin’s education. I had to attend that parent-teacher meeting. But at dinner, my suggestion was immediately shot down. Not only did my son oppose me, but my husband joined in too.
“With you going, he’ll just be embarrassed. Let Mom go instead,” he said nonchalantly, and my heart felt like it was being crushed.
“Why? Kevin is my son; I have the right to be involved in his education. I have to go to this meeting.”
“What’s the point? My grandson wants me to go. Just give it up,” Margaret shot me a glance. “I’ll buy some new clothes this week to make sure I don’t embarrass Kevin.”
“Mom, do you know what the teacher told me today? Kevin can’t focus in class and isn’t getting along with the other kids. I think as his mother, I have the right to intervene.”