Who you calling OLD? |
About a year ago, when Sport was in 2nd grade, his class had a tradition called Dads and Doughnuts. The idea was that my sweetie would take the kids to school and then just stay there with Sport for about 45 minutes and read books and eat doughnuts. Since we have had other 2nd graders, this was not a new phenomenon. As the two of them walked hand-in-hand, Sport glanced around at the other kids and their dads. Then he looked up at his own dad and whispered, “What if they think you are my grandpa and not my dad?” My sweetie was devastated, of course. Over the past year I have heard this story at least a dozen times and although outwardly I’ve sympathized and said all the right things, inside I was giggling…a little…sorry, Sweetie.
You all know Scout had an amazing 6th birthday party last week! We had nearly her entire kindergarten class in attendance. One of the other note-worthy things that happened last week is that Teach and Drama Queen both finished their student teaching! Yay! (And Teach got a job today as a substitute teacher in our school district. Yay again!) Now both girls are home during the day so I can finally sneak an hour or so away from the little ones so I can help in Scout’s class. She has been hounding me to be the Mom-Helper for a couple of months now.
Today was finally the big day except that I didn’t tell her because I was worried that something might go wrong at the last minute and I would have to cancel. But it didn’t. I got to the school about 10 minutes early and checked in with the office. Then I went down to her classroom. I knew the kids were at recess because I saw them on the playground as I was crossing the parking lot. I wandered around the room for about 5 minutes, admiring their artwork and looking for Scout’s name on anything and everything. I was glad that it had finally worked out and I could spend this time with her. Besides, it would be fun to see all of her little friends again.
About that time, the kids came scrambling through the door, pulling off coats and other outdoor paraphernalia. Scout was one of the first ones. She ran to me and gave me a big hug. “Were you surprised?” I asked, hugging her back. “No,” she said. “I saw you in the parking lot.” Then one of her friends said, “I know you, you’re (Scout’s) mom!” Kids were smiling at me like they were all my best friends. Then one said, “Are you the Mom-Helper today?” I glanced over at Scout and her sweet face beamed with pride. “Yup!” I confirmed. Then one of the little boys frowned. “Oh,” he said. “I thought you were her grandma!” I'm not giggling any more...