Saturday, April 10, 2010
Hi, My name is Soccer Mom
Unfortunately, I didn't get to see much (or actually any) of the game since L had to use the potty 3 times and E needed changed. I DID get to see lots of the public restroom, however. That's always a thrill. I will say this...there was no graffiti or obscene messages written anywhere, so that was a plus.
At R's first practice last Wednesday Joe told me that as he had everyone in a huddle, E ran up to them and said hello to everyone. R introduced everyone to her and to L and told them they were his brother and sister. Then he told them that Baby M was with me...and "he came out of my mommy's pee-pee."
Oh crimany...makes me wish I could re-think the whole honesty is best policy I have as far as pregnancy and childbirth. To give some background, one day in the van (which is where we seem to spend so much of our time and have our most philosophical discussions, the kids and I) R asked me how the baby came out of my tummy. I said the doctor helped get him out. He wasn't satisfied and kept asking. So, finally, I decided, "you know what, I'm just gonna address this head on and try to avoid the whole "shocking talk" later in life, so I said that the baby came out of my pee-pee. I also stressed that we only talk about such things at home--NEVER IN PUBLIC.
Who was I kidding?
The first thing R said to my father-in-law the next time we saw him was where M came from. Now, he's educated a team of 4 year-old soccer players. Joe said, luckily, he doesn't think anyone heard him. I don't know if that's true or if it's wishful thinking. Hope I won't be getting any angry parent phone calls about that one.
I also registerd R for kindergarten last week. THAT was a toughie. Especially considering I don't LOVE our school district. I'm still struggling with whether or not to try alternative avenues like private school or homeschooling. I have experience with homeschooling both from helping a family teach and watching my sister homeschool my niece up until 9th grade (and, FYI, my niece graduated high school as a part of the National Honor Society, played sports, was accepted at a prestigious university, and just recently graduated with her bachelors in psychology, so this thinking that only anti-social, weird kids are homeschooled does not hold water with me...) Anyway...so many choices.
I think one of the hardest parts for me about my child going to any school is that the school now lays claim to him as "their own" in a way. While reading the handbook, I noticed that any time I want to take him out of school, I have to send a note requesting to remove him from class. And if we choose to take him on an educational field trip, it can be for no more than a week.
I understand the reasons behind these rules. Really, I do.
But something just doesn't sit right when I have to ask someone else for permission to be with my son between certain hours on certain days of the week.
Time goes by too quickly sometimes. I'm holding on as tight as I can, but they're growin' up anyway.
*Image from Google images
Posted by Mandy P at 4:09 PM