I am normally a very proud parent. Not only do I think my kids are adorable but they are generally fairly well behaved, incredibly smart, and funny little boogers.
A couple of different people have approached me in the last week to tell me how proud I should be of Sam. His 1st and 2nd grade teacher stopped me to tell me how much she misses his humor and hard work in her classroom this year. In fact, he has been stopping in to say hello whenever he gets a chance and even left a book for her to review that he thought she needed in her classroom. How adorable is that?!
Two of his football coaches have mentioned to Blair and I that Sam is a scrappy little football player who is currently the best tackler on the team. Please keep in mind that he is the shortest and lightest player on the field by a distinct margin. Apparently he has no fear and truly believes that he can tackle any player on the team, regardless of size. I love this aspect of his personality; he loves a challenge and has a strong sense of what he is capable of.
After his first soccer practice last night, another coach was delighted to recount to Blair the highlights of the scrimmage a la Sam. He loved that Sam was able to keep the ball close to him as he drove down the field and hustled at every position. I love that he is aggressive, not afraid of hard work, and motivated to succeed.
He was also just hired to bunny sit for 2 weeks for a friend. He paid close attention as he received his instructions and informed me that he was perfectly capable of doing the job on his own, he would just ride his bike over after school and I didn’t need to worry about it. Of course I will supervise for the first few days but I will turn over the responsibility to him if he is ready and be happy that he wants to do it on his own.
HOWEVER….he is not a perfect child and I have two ready examples that truly embarrassed me as a mother.
On Sunday, there was one incident that marred our almost perfect day. Blair was cutting down some overgrown weeds and trees in the backyard while the kids jumped on the trampoline and I cleaned off the deck. Suddenly Bridget shouted, “There’s a frog on the jumpleemps! (trampoline)” All of the kids immediately exited the trampoline and the poor little toad started madly hopping for safety. Blair, in all his wisdom, picked up the toad, placed it in the middle of the trampoline, and advised the kids to “jump the toad.”
Sam then began to bounce as hard as possible while this poor, defenseless toad flopped and flipped like a rag frog. There are few things more pathetic than a frog as his legs splay out and his white belly is exposed. My yelling and screaming to stop fell on ears filled with his own giggles and Sam continued to bounce the frog to the delight of his sister and brother until I finally yelled loud enough to get his attention and make him stop. The bewildered frog sat in the middle of the tramp like a statue, ignoring the kids entreaties to hop to safety, until we all walked away and I glanced back to see it quickly scampering into the weeds. I wanted to turn us all in to the Humane Society, my stomach hurt, it was awful and I was embarrassed that Sam didn’t recognize that he was torturing a helpless animal on his own.
I got another example of his imperfection last night; we decided to move our new dining room table in but first had to remove the old table. We had to tip it on its side to get it out the back door and as we did so, we heard a clatter and crunch as an embarrassing amount of crumbs tumbled to the floor. Ashamed, I began to tell Blair how I had thoroughly cleaned every side of the table just a couple of weeks ago and I don’t know where that stuff came from and…..he then pointed out that there was still quite a bit of gook crammed into some little crevices between the legs and the table itself. Upon closer inspection, I discovered that every single piece was a small bite of chicken…..Sam’s least favorite meal.
The little booger has been stuffing chicken bites into table crevices! When asked about it this morning, he pretty readily admitted to the deception and even had a little smile on his face as if he were proud of his ingenious solution to the chicken problem. I informed him that I have investigated every possible hiding spot on the new table and will be inspecting them after each meal. Little turd.
It would be a boring life if they were perfect, wouldn’t it?