I wasn't looking for a fight, mamas. I was looking for a permission slip.

It was 9pm, digging through my daughter's backpack, when I pulled out a book I can't even describe here without this getting taken down. Handed to my 12-year-old — at the school we pay for. I sat down on the kitchen floor and cried. 😭

They need my signature for a Tylenol. A peanut in a lunchbox gets three emails. But this? Not a note, not a call, nothing. I always thought if something was really wrong, they'd tell me. I trusted them with my babies — and I was the last to know. 💔

If you've got that same knot in your stomach right now, hear me: you are NOT the only one, and you are not crazy. Guarding these kids is our job, mama. 🙏

So now I check everything that comes home. I just scan the book or worksheet with an app called Guardian and in about a minute it shows me exactly what's inside. Two minutes at the counter and I don't feel like I'm flying blind anymore 👇