School materials have to be cleaned regularly of grubby little fingerprints. And volunteering is expected if you don't want to be known, as 'that mom who never helps out'.
Suddenly I heard excited whispers, culminating in one loud cry: 'Mommyyyy!'
He was happy to see me!
I looked towards the sound and there was my son Piet, looking like he'd just been offered a dozen Happy meals. I gave him a little wave, which made him jump up and down in a heady combination of joy and excitement, and he waved back so hard he almost fell down.
Now I know how people like Carl Lewis en Paula Radcliffe feel! And I didn't even have to run one centimeter.
All I had to do to receive this unadulterated adoration was being Piets mom.