Today we had a meeting at the little guy’s school to discuss his speech therapy program. While I was waiting in the office, his teacher stopped in and sat beside me. She told me that she wanted to discuss something that happened in class today. She warned that it wasn’t a big deal, but that she’d kept the little guy in for recess. Turns out, he was copying a friend’s answers during a listening/writing activity – complete with misspellings and an exclamation point!
Now, don’t get me wrong, I take cheating very seriously, but since he’s number three, I’ve learned a thing or two about what goes on in school. When the big guy was the same age, he would come home and confess to me about something he got in trouble for and I would instantly call the teacher and explain how “seriously” we took education and that there would be consequences at home as well. Fast forward 7 years, and I know when to let the school discipline just be, and when I have to step in.
So, although I figured staying in for recess and discussing the “incident” would suffice, I couldn’t help but wonder if the little guy would tell me about it. The bigs talk to me about everything. Surely my little guy would come home and tell me what happened. Not.
Just imagine me trying to pry the info from the little guy…”So, honey, how was school?” “What’d you do at recess?”…Nothing. No info coming my way. By the time dinner came, I could take it no more! So I came out with a direct question:
“How was recess today?”
And do you know what the answer was? A suspicious “WHY would you even ask me that?”
Not, “I’m so sorry Mommy, I got in trouble. I made a bad choice.”
Nooo, it was “WHY would you even ask me that?”
So, I just said, “I always ask you how recess was.”
“You do?” he replied.
“Yes,” I nodded.
“Good!” he cheerfully answered! Good? Staying in and discussing copying your friend’s answers is good??
All children are different. Even in the same family. Even if you think you’re raising them the same. But dammit, that number three, well, he sure is his own person. He’s got his own secret school life going on, and he’s not going to let me into it. No matter how hard I pry.
I guess I’ll just go with it. Let him figure out his way. Hope he learned his lesson. And sharpen my super sleuth skills – looks like I’m going to need them!
My first ever blog post was about what I thought would be a great family tradition that ended up being a total pain in my ass! Well, here we go again…
Each Valentine’s Day I buy candy and cards for all three kids and my husband. He buys candy and a card for me. I usually have to shop around like crazy to find candy this is nut free for my daughter, and that seems relatively proportionate to what I got for the boys.
This year, I read in Family Fun Magazine about a family who draws names and then buys Valentines for each other that way. The family said it was so sweet and everyone loved being able to pick out a Valentine for their “Secret Valentine.” Sucker that I am, I immediately subscribed to the sweetness of this and suggested it to my family! Plus, I thought, then everyone would be responsible for a Valentine for someone else, and not just me doing it all. Or so I thought.
I wrote out the names and we all drew one, starting with the youngest. It went perfectly well. I told the kids that if they drew my name, they’d have to tell Daddy and he would take them shopping, and if they drew Daddy’s name to tell me and I’d take them shopping for their “Secret Valentine.”
You know where this is going, right? Right down the tubes, that’s where! This great idea, this new tradition, is nothing more than the usual tradition, but more of a pain for me!
Here’s the breakdown of the “secret” drawing:
Little Guy gets Big Guy
Big Guy gets Little Guy
The Daughter gets Daddy
I get the Daughter…
And Daddy gets me.
Got it? It means, I STILL DO ALL OF THE VALENTINE’s SHOPPING, ONLY I DO IT 3 SEPARATE TIMES!
Happy freakin’ Valentine’s Day!