Yes, I’m That Mom

I’m the competitive mom. I can admit that. I want my kids to be exceptional. I don’t push my kids or force academic work on them. We pay attention to their interests and encourage their interests and provide them with activities and enrichment to support what they want to explore.

I’m the parent who isn’t afraid to admit that my kids are smart. I tell my kids it’s important to be smart, but I dont hold them to impossible standards. I have to admit that I was doing a happy dance inside when one of his teachers was telling us how smart and awesome he is. He has a good interpersonal intelligence and is very empathetic and kind. He counts higher than he needs to for kindergarten readiness and recognizes and writes all of his letters and numbers. He is starting to read and wants to keep learning how to read. He can spell many of his friends’ names from memory and wants to write often.

I know that my kid isn’t rare-so many young kids excel early on- but it reinforces what so much of the research proves: early childhood education is the most important. My kids already have an advantage by getting high quality early education.

I’m a proud parent. I’ll go ahead and take much of the credit as my kids first and most important teacher.

The Dictionary Of A Four-Year-Old

There is nothing cuter than when kids create their own words based on what they linguistically “know” about their language.

At school, Noah and his BFF Sophie play duck-duck-goose.  When you’re four you can have fun playing the game with only one other person.  They also play with other friends as well.  Noah was telling me about his turn:

Noah:  So, when I was the ducker…

Me:  The what?

Noah: The ducker.

Me:  What’s the ducker?

Noah: You don’t know how to play duck-duck-goose?

Me: Of course. It was one of my favorite games.

Noah:  Were you never the ducker?

Me: What is the ducker?

Noah: The one who hits the people on the head and says duck, duck, duck and gets to say goose.

Me:  Why isn’t it called the gooser?

Noah: That doesn’t make sense.

Of course not.  Last night we played simon says.

Bill: okay we are done, time for pajamas

Noah: No.  It’s my turn to be the simoner.

Me: The what?

Noah: the simoner.

Me: UH?

Noah:  Dad, I don’t think mom knows how to play.

Bill:  It’s your turn Noah to be the simoner.

Now I know here he gets it.

Sometimes Being The Parent Sucks

There are so many things that get omitted from the parenting brochure.  I’m sure those omission are unintentional (or there just isn’t enough space to put all the crappy stuff so they don’t include any–just to be fair).  I don’t know if I wrote about this last year–I thought I did but I can’t find it anywhere.  There were a few instances last year at school with one student around–how do I say this–curiosity.  That’s a simple way of putting it.  A couple of those instances also involved Noah.  We talked a great deal with Noah about those issues and what is appropriate behavior and what isn’t.  Not that this important (to me it is), but the curiosity was not initiated by Noah–Yeah I’m a bad parent but I do take some comfort in knowing that it wasn’t my kid’s idea.

I thought we had moved past this, but yesterday I get pulled aside at pick-up and told about another event.  I was angry, hurt, sad, and so confused.  I know that it is natural to be curious.  I am less worried about the being curious than I am my son’s behavior of not telling his friends no.  This has been a bit of an issue for Noah.  He has these great social skills and is very kind, helpful and friendly.  The problem is that he is a bit of a follower.  By follower I mean that he thinks it isn’t being a good friend if he doesn’t do what another friend wants to–fight, say something mean, be slightly inappropriate.  This worries me that he isn’t to the place where is will stand up and make the decision for himself.  He tells us everything and I don’t want that to change, so we don’t get angry at him or punish him in any significant way when he is honest with us.  I don’t want him to think he can’t tell us.  That openness is more important to me than punishing him.

He’ll tell us that he did something and I’ll say you didn’t have to do that and he’ll say “yeah, X said to.”  I’ll say that you are your own boss and you don’t have to and he’ll reply, “but he’s my friend.”  I am scared, because if he is this easily influenced now, what happens when X wants to steal a car or rob a bank or something way worse?

I am working with his teachers and have requested that they encourage Noah to make better friend choices and that they also reinforce that being a good friend doesn’t mean doing anything a friend suggests.  It is hard because we tell him to do what his friends want in some ways–I know he is getting mixed messages and doesn’t quite know how to process them all–when he talked about how S was mad at him because he wanted to play superheroes and she wanted to play picnic and I told him that sometimes you should play what S wants to because that is what friends do.  Then I tell him it isn’t what friends do.

I take some small solace in his knowing what he did was wrong and that he shouldn’t do it.  I just don’t know.  I don’t want him playing with this boy anymore.  This boy was a child I had hoped wouldn’t be returning to school.  I am worried for my son and I feel so helpless.

On a brighter note.  Zoë is absolutely hysterical.  We went for a walk around the block–Noah rode his bike and Zoë pushed her stroller.  She was running on the side walk pushing the stroller (because she still very rarely actually walks) and asked if she could run in the grass, I said sure–run where ever.  She starts to run in the grass.  Stops and declares, “This is too grassery for running.”  It was just the laugh I needed.  So, in case you needed to know–grass is too grassery for running while pushing a stroller.

Another School Year Starts

Noah started his second school year today.  He is officially a Newporter (his school has two pre-school classes Big Bend 3/4 and Newport 4/5).  He is already talking about how next year he’ll be in kindergarten.  Slow down big guy–mama doesn’t need you to grow up too fast.

He has been so excited to start back to school and he was excited to see all of his friends and to get to go to his classroom.  It was so awesome to see how much all the kids had changed and grown over the summer–I don’t think there were any “real” tears when moms and dads left this morning.  I am also happy to report that Noah is no longer the only brown kid in his class.  He is so excited to have another kid in class who looks like him along with the two other kids who are also adopted internationally.  There are also two other brown kids in the Big Bend class.  It’s nice to see the increased diversity.

He was ready to show off his completed summer book.  And play.  I know that this year will be a great year.  There are some challenges ahead.  One of the kids in his class–that he really likes to play with poses some difficulty for us–no need to go into details–but I am working with Noah to play gentle and quiet inside and that he is his own boy and can play with who he’d like to play with.  Noah’s a bit of a follower in some ways and I am encouraging him to think for himself.  We’ll see how it goes.

Sharing summer books.

Totally Breaking My Heart

For the past week or so Noah has been crying when I leave him at the sitters.  This is totally unusual behavior for Noah.  This isn’t to say he hasn’t been clinging before and a bit of a protester when it is time for me to leave–but even at home he’s been a bit needy and when I leave for a meeting or something else, he’s clingy and it breaks my hear to see his lip quiver and have him say while trying to hold back tears “Mommy, I want you.”

It is so hard.  I don’t know what is happening?  I know the sitters is fine and he has fun.  By the time I pick him up he is happy to see me but is usually playing just fine and is totally happy.  It is so hard.  Because I want to just scoop him up and bring him to work with me and just love him.  These days go by so quick.  I need to remember to enjoy the time we have together more and I have been making a concerted effort of spending quality time with him while increasing the quantity of time we spend together as well.

I love that he needs me and wants to be with me, but it is a departure from his usually outgoing behavior.  Or am I just now recognizing it?  I hope not.  This morning was the hardest, as you could see he was trying to hold back the tears and his little lip was quivering.  I just hugged him so tight and I didn’t want to let go.  Letting go is so hard.  It’s moments like this that make me question working.  I know that I need to work, but can it be about me?  I know it is best for my family that I work and that what is best for me is often best for the family.  I am a better mom.

I think that maybe this behavior is his way of expressing his feelings of insecurity.  He is growing up–he’ll be in a new class at school in the fall–most of the kids are kids he was in class with last year and he’ll have new teachers.  He knows the teachers and is excited but it bet there is some degree of uncertainty as well.

I feel bad leaving him at the sitters and I feel bad that I feel bad because I know he has fun.  Motherhood is awesome but sometimes being the parent Sucks.