Mothers need to fight for their children, even if others judge them for it

I knew that my daughter, effervescent and exuberant even at 3, needed energetic and enthusiastic teachers — just like the teachers in the other classroom.I did not want to be the helicopter parent who micromanages every aspect of her kid’s life. I nodded along with a polite smile on my face because … because I did not want to be that mom.As the months progressed, my daughter still cried before school, but by drop-off she was fine. They told me to give it time, that it was actually my energy my daughter was feeding off of and if I just stopped being upset she would stop being upset, something to the effect of how I didn’t really understand the situation or know my own daughter or get that everything I saw was not really real.In other words, stop being that mom.But I did not want to acclimate. I wanted to be like a friend of mine at a different school who marched into the principal’s office and demanded they switch her daughter’s class. “I don’t want that teacher to even LOOK at my daughter,” she said, going full diva.I wish I could say I went full diva, too.