Tomorrow is the first day of school!! We have spent the requisite $38,591 on school supplies. My daughter is going into fourth grade and is still young enough to be excited about a new school year. My boys are going into seventh and ninth grades and don’t want summer to end.
Yesterday I trekked over to the high school–a brand new building here–oldest son in tow, to pick up his schedule and give him a chance to find his way around the school. It was a madhouse, with everyone from all grades there to get their first peek at the newly-constructed building. My son kept a good three foot distance from me at all times as we were walking around. I kept saying, “You’re with me, get over here so I can talk to you.” He kept acting like he didn’t know me.
Then a boy came up, punched him in the shoulder (a greeting?) and my son burst to life, suddenly talking and laughing. (WHO IS THIS ANIMATED CHILD AND WHAT HAS HE DONE WITH THE MUTE WHO IS MY SON?) The other boy looked at me and said, “Is this your mom?” I looked at my son. I’m thinking, he doesn’t even want to admit he knows me….. I’m just this weird stalker grownup he can’t shake off, that’s what he’s going to tell the other boy…. Then the other boy continued, “Your mom’s the one who writes books, right? Remember last year our math teacher wanted to get one of her books to read?”
My son’s eyes lit up. “Yes, that’s my mom!” He’s even standing NEAR ME WHEN HE SAYS THIS. I’m a rock star. I’m cool. I’m his mother who writes books. He’s proud of me.
Then the other boy said, “I need to go find my classroom down this hall.” And he disappears.
Son immediately re-establishes the three foot boundary and closes off his auditory faculties in order to pretend he can’t hear me when I speak. I’m the weird stalker grownup he can’t shake off again.
Sigh. Well…. I had my brief, shining moment, didn’t I?