Put some sunshine into that sharing bag!

And then school starts! I’m always secretly hoping that our son will get a teacher who will understand him, how smart and witty and gentle and loving he is, but who also will have patience and understanding for his wild side and all that energy!

This year I think, I will be a better preschool parent! I will become more involved, sign up for more stuff, become social with the other mommies, suggest improvements for the school in general and classroom in particular, became a “teacher’s helper mom”, buy the school more supplies, volunteer  my time…yeah you get it!
But I will also have more time for my son, more patience, more energy, more love. I always go into these plans 100% (think daily schedules, pre-packed lunch boxes, researched themes to talk to your preschooler about and “at home after school lesson plans” as well as tons of planned after-school activities and age appropriate floor play time). However…midway through the first semester I somehow loose some of my enthusiasm (who am I kidding, midway through the first day…).

I do have another kid and even though I’m a mommy …I’m also human! (Who are these super moms??, no, really? And how do they do it!?)

Our first day back, the first mom I see is the mom who loudly called me “rude” last semester.
I always try to smile and say “hi” or “good morning” to the other mommies, especially if the kids are in the same class as my son (last year; turtles, this year; butterflies… “Why were we so much cooler last year mama!?”) but sometimes I feel like without even saying anything, I’m lost in translation. Combine my somewhat stiff and uptight Swedish blood (sorry, can’t help it, and I promise I’m way more outgoing than most Swedes still back home) with the fact that I’m not exactly a morning person (let’s tell it like it is, shall we!? I HATE mornings, I loath them, lucky me getting such a morning person of a son- thanks darling husband!) the result can be rather…misinterpreted. But I am trying I really am (and not only the first day but every day…hey we all have good and bad ones).

So a usual (“slightly” hectic morning, arriving “slightly” frazzled) morning last year I go to drop of my son (nursing monster in the baby carrier) and as I push him forward into the classroom after a kiss goodbye, I turn to leave. As the door opens (the bright green “turtle” door) a couple of mommies arrive on the opposite side presumably without seeing me. I hear the “class mom”, an extreme “goody goody”, “collector of money for gifts to teachers” EVERY holiday (valentines really?! Halloween? Did you know there is teacher’s appreciation day AND “teacher’s day”??! Doesn’t mean they don’t deserve the gifts….I love teachers…just saying..) “organic vegetable giver” and “volunteering her time to the school everyday mom” say rather loudly “he (indicating my son) is a sweet enough child despite his intensity (hmm) but the mom I think, seems very RUDE. I’m not sure how to proceed. It doesn’t feel good and I want to somehow defend myself but what I do instead is turn my heels and walk towards my car. I hope they saw me but seriously doubt it since they are so wrapped up in talking and saying bye to their kids. That one kind of stung! But since then I’ve been pondering if this super mom was right? Am I the “rude” mom. Is this affecting my son? I should definitely make more of a conscious effort to smile brighter, be more enthusiastic, ask more questions (loudly) and be more cheerful overall (take a page out of these mommies’ rule book).

It is so hard though to be like that when it so isn’t me. I don’t mean that I’m rude (or am I?) I’m just more reserved and one thing I refuse to be is fake. I’m nothing if I’m not honest (to a fault…almost transparent with my thoughts and feelings). Anyways, now this lady is trying to have me sign up for some harvest festival I’m almost certain I don’t want to become involved in (it’s for your son something inside me whispers…I almost tell it to shut up… No more guilt). I want to tell her loudly that “NO! I don’t meant to be RUDE but…” I really don’t have time for this. But maybe I should (guilty conscious)…
I probably spend way to much time with my Swedish friends and my son hangs out with their kids not his classmates. Well, add it to the list! And ever the polite person (not rude at all) I sign up for what seems least painful on her clip board!  Good job and mommy plus points (ignoring another voice screaming “coward!!”).

Now how do I get out of this??

His teacher seems really sweet- I mean REALLY sweet! (This will be a long school year indeed). She tweets (not the social media version) about love (peace and understanding) but most of all sharing and caring (I thought “sharing is caring”!?). She hugs me multiple times calling me sweetheart and my son darling (I think we are both slightly uncomfortable) as she squeezes his hand (quite compulsively). But the most important part of this year she lets me know is the SHARING BAG!

Last year, we brought toys and stuff from home in the (bright green turtle) sharing bag. My son loved bringing stuff to school and telling his little friends about it! That’s easy I got that down!

Except “you see this year, we will fill the bag with intuition, philosophies, love and feelings” Yikes!…”caring inventions” (please explain…and say it isn’t so!)

Simply mom; “Put some sunshine into that sharing bag!”

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I hasn’t even been a week of school and already manage to mess up big time…can you say “WORST MOM EVER”….

About jennym

A doctor of psychology and a mother of three writing about the struggles and joys and the ups and downs of motherhood, marriage, pregnancies, deliveries and her absolute love for her children in a humoristic yet down to earth weekly blog!

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