Growing pains

I got a form about Rhiannon's band day trip to Disneyland in May.  It was a letter packed with info and also a request for help with fundraisers the next few months. 

On the last line of the letter, the band director was also asking for parents' help on the actual trip. Rhiannon did not want me to check that last little box.  Boy, did that make me feel sad, and mad!  I had to keep my cool, though, because this happened in the van on the way to school with other kids I was carpooling.  I've been steaming about it for the last several minutes since I got home. 

And then it hit me.  Sure, Rhiannon may not want to be embarrassed by her mom, but she's also doing me a favor.  Do I really WANT to spend all day with a very large group of loud, giggly, flirting middle school kids?  Not really!