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November 1, 2012

My daughter, Emma, asked me to be a guest speaker for her 7th grade Career Exploration class.  I was terrified I would either bore or depress them to death.  Other parents had already spoken to the class, which prompted her nervously to ask me questions like, “Mom, are you going to have a power point?”  “Um, no,” I responded.  She then commented that one mom built tanks, one handed out sunglasses with “US Navy” on them, and another brought in Hershey bars the size of a small dog.  Clearly, the gauntlet had been thrown, and I had to produce big time.

Armed with movie-theater sized boxes of candy, as soon as I got to the front of the classroom a sweet girl piped up, “Love your shoes!”  I liked her immediately.  Not to be outdone, the boy sitting next to her, a future lady-killer, shouted, “Love your outfit!”  He can now date my daughter in 4 years.  I knew I had them, and it was gonna be good.  Emma was my Vanna White, and handed out the candy to whomever asked a question.

Instead of lecturing, I invited them to ask me anything.  What ensued was a jam-packed hour of insightful, challenging, and thoughtful questions, including, “If you weren’t a lawyer, what else would you do?”  I answered, “I would totally do a retro-hard-to-find clothing store,” which they made fun of endlessly for using the word “totally” ala Valley Girl, even though it was way before their time.  “Did you ever feel like giving up?” “What was your most interesting case?”  “What was your biggest success?”  “How do you spend time with your family?”  “What is your biggest challenge?”  Afterward, the teacher confessed she had been worried about the presentation.  I suspect she feared it would be dullsville.  She said she was amazed at the kids’ enthusiasm and great questions.

I remain irked that I have not yet made the Super Lawyer’s list.  However, Emma came home after school and told me that the rest of the day kids were telling her, “Your mom was awesome!” and that she thought I was awesome too.  I thought, who needs Super Lawyers?  I am Awesome Mom.


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