Every year, Hallmark runs a television commercial in which a girl, sitting at the school lunch table, opens her lunchbox and pulls out a card given to her by her mother. The girl reads the card, smiles, and sighs. All is right with the world. The pressures of school are no more for her—her mother gave her a surprise card. This was my inspiration yesterday for lunch box notes. I wrote We love you for being YOU! and We’re so proud of you!, then I folded the little messages and slipped them into each of my children’s lunch boxes. I will surprise them and make their day, today! I thought. Maybe I’d get a little bit of embarrassed backlash or an eyeroll from my high-schooler, so I knew this was risky, but worthwhile to let him know I care. Maybe my middle schoolers wouldn’t say anything about it, too, but would still appreciate it. My elementary schooler, I was sure, would love it.
Later, once my kids came home from school, I waited to hear something, anything, about their reception of the lunch box notes. It wasn’t until I was driving in the car with my elementary school child, that I heard, “Why did you put that note in my lunch box today?” His voice was almost a whisper.
“Because I love you!” I said. “Were you surprised?!” I cannot hide the excitement in my voice. I knew he would notice!
“Well,” said my youngest son, “can you not do that again?” His voice quivered with emotion. “I didn’t know what that piece of paper was and so I unfolded it and I read it out loud.” His voice starts to crack as he tries to keep his composure. “Everyone laughed. I was so embarrassed!”
I must be the most awful mom in the entire world. How could I not think about what the other kids would say at the lunch table? “I’m so sorry!” I said. “What happened?”
“Well, everyone was laughing so loud that the principal came over to my table and had to yell at them not to laugh at me. She said that if they didn’t stop, she would have to assign them lunch detention!”
“Oh, no! I’m so sorry, honey,” I said. “I promise, I won’t ever do it again.” I repeat this over and over to him as he chokes back tears in the back seat.
“Okay,” he said.
Did all the kids feel like this? I wondered. Once home, I cornered my middle school son. “Did you get your lunch box note today?” I said.