It's half-way through the first of our two parent conference days and I'm already irritated. Not surprisingly, I have found myself here before. Although when I reread my post from 2008, I seem to blame my self-diagnosed OCD on my pissy-ness, today I putting it squarely on the shoulders of my parents who pulled NO SHOWS for our conference.
Out of nine conferences so far, four have pulled no shows. It's not that I received a message to say they couldn't come. It's not that I arbitrarily picked a time and expected them to make it. NO. I worked my behind off to communicate with them personally about when they are available, confirm a time that worked for THEM, and then also sent home a paper reminder in their home language (I have Spanish and English speaking parents.) Their conference times come and go while I sit at my desk not wanting to delve into a project because they might, they might, show up. WHO DOES THIS?! This isn't just my Spanish speaking parents either, the current culprit is a mom that I know because I had her older child two years ago. YOU KNOW ME! Why would you blow me off?!
A colleague gently reminded me, amidst my ranting, that the real shock is that THIS IS YOUR CHILD. Can you show up? Please? Not for me, although I would like that too, but for them. Show up for them.