Grade One
Beyblade was on TV, when I walked in the door. My son was quick to wrap his arms around me, he offered me his lips and I kissed him quick.
Sadly, my son seems to always have wet lips.
He moved fast away from me, eyes back on the show.
"Hey!" I said.
And he ignored me.
I tried his name, maybe I was too hopeful?
"I don't want to talk," he said, so firm.
"Nope, it does not work that way on the first day of grade one!" Happy Mommy said. "What was the best part of your day?"
"Songs," he said.
And I smiled. He has just started wanting to listen to music. I have been proud of his taste so far. I like to think he tasted the music I played daily like someone should pick fine wine, slow and with care. He has heard so much over the years.
"And what was the worst part?" I asked next.
He was fully turned to me now. He cocked his head.
"Listening," he said.
He was honest.
So I should have just shut-up for the time being.
Nope, I had to go get all Super Mom On A Rant.
"Blah, blah, blah,...You have to listen to your teacher!...blah, blah, blah...your teacher." *
He whined for a minute, looking not so guilty, then pretended to listen to me while he turned himself slowly back towards his favorite show.
You know, my kid is always quiet during Jeopardy, I thought and went to take off the heeled shoes I had been wearing all day.
Grade Four
When I called for my daughter, her Father said she was playing far down the street with friends.
"Leave her be," I said to him.
But soon I received a phone call, a child asleep on her father's knee and a voice quiet into the telephone.
She was so upset at lunch, he let me know. She had been put into a class with a teacher she did not like and not the teacher she was hoping for.
But there was a mix-up.
And many children were re-arranged in the afternoon.
My daughter got her back-to-school wish. The teacher she wanted.
I have a feeling this will be a very important year for my daughter.
I hope she lives it.
Making The Grade
"Can I see two pieces of Government Issued ID?"
"Well, the thing is, I have lost it all," I replied to the lady with short red hair and a smile as wide as Julia's.
"Well, ma'am, I am sorry-"
I cut her off with a large smile. "I have been standing in this line for over an hour; lets see if we can work this out. You do not mind humoring me while I show you what I have brought with me?"
"An hour is a long time," she smiled.
I did not have to show her anything.
The woman after the next hour long line-up though; she was a bit tougher.
* So just so you all know, that does not work.
Beyblade was on TV, when I walked in the door. My son was quick to wrap his arms around me, he offered me his lips and I kissed him quick.
Sadly, my son seems to always have wet lips.
He moved fast away from me, eyes back on the show.
"Hey!" I said.
And he ignored me.
I tried his name, maybe I was too hopeful?
"I don't want to talk," he said, so firm.
"Nope, it does not work that way on the first day of grade one!" Happy Mommy said. "What was the best part of your day?"
"Songs," he said.
And I smiled. He has just started wanting to listen to music. I have been proud of his taste so far. I like to think he tasted the music I played daily like someone should pick fine wine, slow and with care. He has heard so much over the years.
"And what was the worst part?" I asked next.
He was fully turned to me now. He cocked his head.
"Listening," he said.
He was honest.
So I should have just shut-up for the time being.
Nope, I had to go get all Super Mom On A Rant.
"Blah, blah, blah,...You have to listen to your teacher!...blah, blah, blah...your teacher." *
He whined for a minute, looking not so guilty, then pretended to listen to me while he turned himself slowly back towards his favorite show.
You know, my kid is always quiet during Jeopardy, I thought and went to take off the heeled shoes I had been wearing all day.
Grade Four
When I called for my daughter, her Father said she was playing far down the street with friends.
"Leave her be," I said to him.
But soon I received a phone call, a child asleep on her father's knee and a voice quiet into the telephone.
She was so upset at lunch, he let me know. She had been put into a class with a teacher she did not like and not the teacher she was hoping for.
But there was a mix-up.
And many children were re-arranged in the afternoon.
My daughter got her back-to-school wish. The teacher she wanted.
I have a feeling this will be a very important year for my daughter.
I hope she lives it.
Making The Grade
"Can I see two pieces of Government Issued ID?"
"Well, the thing is, I have lost it all," I replied to the lady with short red hair and a smile as wide as Julia's.
"Well, ma'am, I am sorry-"
I cut her off with a large smile. "I have been standing in this line for over an hour; lets see if we can work this out. You do not mind humoring me while I show you what I have brought with me?"
"An hour is a long time," she smiled.
I did not have to show her anything.
The woman after the next hour long line-up though; she was a bit tougher.
* So just so you all know, that does not work.
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