I’m pretty sure that I attended my last class Valentine’s Party this week. It’s not a big deal to go or not go to the Valentine’s Party – not like missing a recital or a play or an award, which we will likely all do at some point or other and feel terrible about until we make up for it by attending the next thing. The Valentine’s Party is Officially No Big Deal – two other moms and a grandmother were there, and we helped with set up and clean up and handed out juiceboxes and cupcakes coated with Red Dye #3 and after about 45 minutes we said goodbye and I made some copies for the PTO and went on my merry way. Officially No Big Deal.
But … there were no 4th grade moms milling about in the school. The 5th grader traded valentines with her classmates but there was no sign up genius for sending in sliced apples or cookies. I think 3rd grade is the end of the line for Valentine’s Parties.
The notion of ‘choose your battles wisely’ was made clear to me recently over a ‘battle of the boots’ that never came to be with my 10-year-old daughter.
She loves her boots. And I do mean love. She would wear them to bed if she could, I’m pretty sure.
As we were in the morning mode of getting ready for school recently, I noticed her boot top was falling apart, badly. “Um, no more boots,” I said. “Wear your tennis shoes.”
And then, it happened.
That moment where you know your daughter is more pre-teen than toddler, and you can’t choose a cute outfit with matching headband and shoes for her and she’ll just wear it because you’re the mom and you said so. Nope, this time, she was going to dig … [Read More...]
It's February. The damn groundhog tells us that there are six more weeks of winter - but the snowdrops are coming up on the hills at Winterthur and we know that means the crocus and the winter aconite will be next. And then the … [Read More...]
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