Christina M. Currie: Good deed gone bad
Touch of Spice
I have to admit that my resolution to become Super Mom this school year hasn’t … well, let’s just say I’ve had my off days.
I mean, mornings aren’t our best times, so we cut it pretty close some days. And we’ve delayed school shopping for some reason or another, so our pants are sometimes a little too short. But on the whole, I think it’s going OK.
Yet, in my zeal to be that super-involved parent and to earn points against what I’m sure will be future misdeeds, I offered to chaperone the school’s second-grade field trip to Sheep Wagon days.
I was feeling pretty good about myself boarding the bus, keeping track of the little people I was assigned to.
To be honest, it went fairly smoothly, considering it was a bunch of 7-year-olds. No one got lost. No one got hurt.
No one really paid any attention to the event, either. OK, by no one, I mean no one in my group was particularly enamored.
They perked up after being bribed with ice cream and the chance to have lunch at the park. This was supposed to be their time to run off some energy, but a tornado had blown through town the night before, knocking large tree limbs across the playground equipment.
Kids are flexible. They make do. They made do with pretending I was the equipment.
What I thought was going to be an intense game of tag turned into a dog pile, with me on bottom every time. And every time, I had to be rescued by an adult. Those kids overwhelmed me with sheer numbers.
I really wasn’t complaining. It was better than an unwinnable game of freeze tag in which I was “it” and the kids just kept unfreezing each other.
So, it was a day of fun and joy and major points with 7-year-old Katie, who was thrilled to be sitting next to her mother on the school bus (yeah, that’ll fade) and extremely defensive when I was under attack (“Get off my mom, you freaks!”).
Then it happened. My cell phone rang. It was Nikki’s kindergarten teacher asking if someone was going to pick up my daughter.
At that point, what could’ve been a great high became a great low.
I hadn’t finalized the arrangements to have Nikki picked up while I was gone. My 5-year-old daughter was still at school while I was gallivanting around.
My conclusion is this: Sometimes people have a pretty narrow focus. Partic-ularly when they’re trying to be the best at one particular thing.
So, I’m thinking that Super Mom, while a fantastic aspiration, is a part that’s bigger than I can chew.
I’m OK with just being mom – that job’s big enough.
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