I kinda feel like this post doesn’t need much in way of an explanation. My first reaction after receiving this email (while in a staff meeting) was to laugh. Like laugh forever. Then I remembered that I am a parent and probably should be disappointed or angry. I don’t even know how to have the above requested conversation with Luke.
I would like to think that him flaunting his nudity would have no future impact on his lady classmates, but I know this to not be true. When I was in Kindergarten, a little boy in my class wanted to play “you show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” I was modest even back then so I never showed him mine…but he couldn’t stop showing me his. I can’t remember what I ate for lunch yesterday, but I remember every moment of that experience 35 years ago. Luckily we are still great friends today.
I feel like this should be a father/son conversation for sure. I really did try tonight, but I could quite get the words right – so I stopped at “Please don’t show your front (or back) office to anyone at school. If you need to change clothes, go to the bathroom and shut the door. You should never remove your underwear at school.” His response? Couldn’t tell you because he was speaking in Curious George.
Luke has always loved choosing what to wear. Gone are the days when I could dress him in Ralph Lauren or Nautica – now he prefers to wear what I call “gym shorts” and some sort of themed Tshirt (usually Mickey Mouse.)
Before he started private school this year, I was worried that I would never get him into his uniform. Worried enough to take all his other clothes out of his closet and only leave uniform shirts and shorts and it worked well. The funny thing is, he still thumbs through his shirts to make a choice…even though they are all the same. This morning was actually a quick decision – he usually takes a lot longer!
This is the face of a boy who loves a new book, especially when it’s Pete the Cat. He will it around and sleep with it for weeks, and I love it because it means we are raising a grateful child.
The road to receive this book however was a bumpy one.
I bought this book and a Pete the Cat doll (of course) because Luke had a nice little streak of good behavior in school this week – and because I like to give presents. But when he got home [cue the dramatic music] he announced that he was on yellow at school today because he didn’t follow directions. Luke generalizes this term and could mean putting his body all over other kids, talking when he wasn’t supposed to or not listening to his teachers.
Luke’s Friday afternoon reward was quickly stashed for a later date.
FFWD to bedtime. This child acts. a. fool. So much so that he ends up frustrated and cries. Then I get frustrated and cry. This child stands up, hugs me, gives me a kiss and then goes into the bathroom. And brings me a tissue. A TISSUE.
Armed with knowledge that I’m probably not raising a tyrant or future serial killer, I run downstairs and get his book. He may have not made the best choices today or been a good listener, but Luke was kind. Kind without an agenda or because he thought he would be rewarded, but kind because it’s who he is.
Kindness matters. Always.
It’s been real. And it’s been a week.
I’m not sure what Luke’s thought process is when he throws over-priced lunch boxes in the trash. I imaging he takes his trash over to toss, looks at his lunch box – shrugs, then mutters “eff it.” I am pretty sure he hasn’t made it home once wearing/carrying everything he left in the morning with. Oh how I will be thankful when this transition period is over! #brownbagbaby
Today my one and only started Kindergarten. He has been excited all summer to go, so when the big day finally arrived, he ran down the hall – pausing to tell us how much he liked Jesus – and into his room with a big huge “BYE!”
Matt and I took him to school and I piddled around until it was time to pick him up a few hours later. When I picked him up, we went for a special lunch and Chick-fil-a, shopping at Target and then to his very first movie in a theater – “Finding Dory.” 20 minutes later we were on our way home. #nowords
Although I don’t enjoy leaving the hour and a half commute, I am so excited about all the things Luke will learn this year. I am also thankful that I can’t eat donuts, because there is a Krispy Kreme within walking distance from the school.
Every morning, Luke crawls into our bed to snuggle and watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse while I get ready for work. Today was no different, but after his favorite episode was over – he turned the channel to watch Transformers for the first time.
Maybe because it’s because he starts kindergarten this week, but seeing him sitting with his favorite elephants and wearing his Santa jammies watching such a big boy show almost made me tear up. I mean surely this is a rate R show with the lasers, guns and dramatic music that is wildly inappropriate for such a sweet angel boy. #wascailloureallythatbad #ificouldturnbacktime
In the blink of an eye, my sweet baby Luke will be starting kindergarten.