Seems like everywhere I go, everybody needs a helping hand. At church, someone slides beside me on the bench. "How about teaching a class on Wednesday night?" I know if nobody commits, the program will fail. I don't really feel qualified, but sure, you can count me in.
I sign my son up for soccer and the calls start coming. "Would your husband be interested in coaching?" My husband and I look at each other with looks of disbelief. Neither one of us knows the first thing about the sport. Our 9-year-old son knows way more than we do, but my husband suggests that I have some of the necessary skills. "You like to run. You do it," he says.
OK. Sign me up.
Then, there's the PTO sign-up sheet floating around with a lofty promise that if you commit to one activity, you do that and it's over. In perusing the list, I see "newsletter" and think, "Hey, that's up my alley," and put a check beside it. Next thing I know I'm large and in charge of a monthly publication and I realize how little I know about technology. Fortunately, another big-hearted mom has carried the weight of producing this jewel of school news. All I've done is make a few cheerleader calls to show my support.