Knowing my kid

Yesterday, I had the routine parent-teacher conferences for both girls. I've never loved these. We've never had a fantastic teacher, and probably never will because my expectations are way too high. They were too high for myself when I was the teacher. Both my girls are doing well in school: good behavior, good social skills, learning what they need to learn. So there is no problem. But I generally leave a conference disappointed because my on paper and in the unspoken words of the teacher, my kids are just ordinary kids who require evaluation.  

Here's my problem. Like most mothers, I adore my kids. I think my girls are wonderful, charming, amazing creatures. I know they don't always act perfectly, but I want the teachers to love them, appreciate them and see how marvelously special my girls are. It doesn't happen. How could it? Usually there are over 2 dozen kids in a classroom (Kassy's preschool would be an exception). The teacher needs to teach, keep the kids in line, manage endless papers, be creative, deal with tattling, and the list goes on. Sometimes the only break an elementary school teachers gets is lunchtime, and if it is too cold to go outside, well then the kids are nightmarishly hyper after lunch. The class is a class, not 24 individuals. And unless you have a kid who really stands out in personality, academics, or behavior ( and stand-out behavior is generally not a good thing), she is isn't likely to be noticed often. Don't get me wrong, I don't think Hadley gets ignored (this post is really mostly about her--preschool for us has been much more personal). Mostly, I need to vent and  since the teacher didn't notice, I really just want to tell someone, "Hey, take note  My kids are special, awesome, and super cool. "