Sash or no sash, my children have always had a knack for making family moments memorable. Will I ever forget the Ketchup and Mustard song they made up on a family camping trip? Try as I might, the lyrics are stuck in my head:
Ketchup and Mustard had a kid...
They named him Mayonnaise, yes they did.
Mayonnaise ran away from home
because he hated his dad and mom.
Then Ketchup and Mustard had no kids...
Maybe Mr. and Mrs. Condiment should have gotten a sash for little Mayonnaise and things would have ended differently... Just sayin'
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
1. The teacher will read The Kissing Hand.
2. I will cry.
3. Color-of-the-days will shortly begin to occur.
4. I will sign up to volunteer in the classroom so I can spy on my child.
Now, I am sure Audrey Penn is a lovely person. I truly hold her no ill-will, but her book, The Kissing Hand has caused more poor mothers to shed a sea of tears as they have sent their little babies off into the big scary world of school and big kids (have you seen some of those third graders? They're enormous!) than any other book in the history of the printed word (this is a rough estimate of course). The first time I was exposed to this storybook was when it was read aloud the day I sent my twins off to school. They were my youngest at the time and having them begin Kindergarten left a very huge hole in my day and my heart... That sadness was renewed and amplified when they left for college (out-of-state) this year. Thirteen years later, I thought I was a little more prepared to endure the emotional torture of sitting through a reading of that book as I had steeled myself to the potential of it being read. It was no use. See #2 above. By the time the teacher read the penultimate page, where Mrs. Raccoon exclaims, "Chester loves me! Chester loves me!" I was a blubbering mess. I was in good company as all the other moms (and one tender-hearted daddy) were in tears as well.
|The reading of the dreaded book.|
During that thirteen year gap between our twins and the baby, I have had time to prepare. And this year, I am ready for those dreaded Color Days! I have purchased a T-shirt in every color imaginable and even machine embroidered the color names on them- I am particularly looking forward to "Chartreuse Day." Because I have turned into one of "those mothers." You know, the ones that do crazy stuff like give out hand-made Valentines, and give awesome hand-crafted teacher gifts that make everybody else look lame at Christmas time, or volunteer to be the room-mother (although I didn't do THAT, I have my limits after-all).
Not really, I did it for fun and because I want to continue to be an important part of this darling child's life, even as she enters the big world of school and friends and teachers. Yesterday, as we walked up to the school and I held her still chubby little hand in mine, I closed me eyes for a second and told myself to remember this fleeting moment when she will still let me hold her hand in public and dress her in silly color day shirts. I know from experience that it will all pass too quickly, but for now, my little "raccoon" still loves me best... although I know school is a close second...