I’m not scared of the kids anymore! Yay! No, not my kids…Kindergarten kids!
One of the things that I strive for very much in my parenting is nurturing and encouraging my boys’ self-expression and comfort in doing so. Often, their self-expression might be considered out-of-the-box, but mildly so, at this age. Sometimes the line between when I know its appropriate to encourage it or not, is gray.
At 5 o’clock the other morning, I received the email that School District 11 would be on a two hour delay due to inclement weather. Ahhhh…yes. I turned off my alarm, cozied back in and returned to my slumber.
Something kind of huge happened at the school drop off this morning. Something that has never happened to me before and I’m left feeling on the edge about it.
They’re the big kids now. No more cushy, bendable rules. No more rainbows and butterflies.
I woke up 30 minutes before my alarm this morning which was a dark and too early 5:30 a.m. Never, over the summer, would I have done this!
It could have been much worse. It could have been a really bad word. Or gesture. It was really bad. But not the worst.
At what age do our motherly neuroses become an embarrassment to our children? I’m asking for a friend.
However, yesterday, Logan actually came to use with a real concern. Our ears perked up like a dog on the hunt.
But as fate would have it, my wish came true in the shape of a tumor in my husband’s brain. Darnit!