Elle Metz '12 | Mar. 20, 2014 | Notre Dame Magazine
I am on my way out of the house when my cell phone rings. I look down and see my mother’s face lighting up the screen before I slide my thumb across the smooth surface and answer.
My mom’s voice holds more excitement than usual. “You’re on speaker with my class! Kids, this is my daughter.”
This isn’t the first time this has happened. My mother, a middle school counselor and teacher, has asked me to talk to her fifth grade students before. She has deemed me, a recent Notre Dame graduate, worthy to serve as a role model. Usually, she gives me advance notice. Other times, like today, it feels like a friendly ambush. Every time, my mother’s voice takes on a heartbreakingly proud tone. It is I who should be proud though.