Thursday, May 19, 2011

Mrs. Mama

Today I drove the same exact route I've been driving every weekday for the last 8 years. I parked in the same exact parking lot. I walked into the same exact building. I entered the same exact cafeteria. But today, I wasn't a Teacher. Today, I was there as Mama.

My oldest will be starting kindergarten next year at "Mama and Daddy's school," and I needed to attend an informational meeting. It felt odd to arrive as a mom. It felt decidedly and shockingly different.

Even before we'd had kids, Hubby and I had made the absolute decision that our children would definitely not, under any circumstances, be attending the same school in which one (much less both) of us worked. We wanted our kids to have "their own lives." We wanted them to be their own people...not "Mr. and Mrs. So & So's kids." We wanted them to be independent. We wanted to keep our professional and personal lives distinctly separate. We wanted their teachers to be "just" their teachers, not their pseudo-aunts or "Mommy's friends." We wanted our kid to be "just another kid"...not one of The Teacher Kids.

Then, suddenly, as so often happens in this journey called Parenthood, we realized that maybe it was quite possible that perhaps we were not so sure about all of this after all.

"You want to be a drive-by parent?!?" my amazing-single-mother friend/hairdresser extraordinaire gasped. "Let me get this straight: you're telling me that you could put your kid in your school, you could handpick his teacher from year to year, you could monitor everything everyday, you could be right there in case of an emergency, and you are choosing to send him to his neighborhood school instead, in a school district where you know absolutely no one, where you would have to drop him off to morning daycare and pick him up from after school supervision, where you would be just another parent who, in order to be heard, would have to make an appointment just to get clarification on a homework assignment, and you're gonna choose that? You're just gonna roll the dice? What you're telling me is that you basically have won the lottery and you don't want the money. No thanks, I don't actually want to give my kid any sort of advantage or opportunity. No thanks, I don't want to be involved in the first most important years of his education."

Well.

That wasn't exactly what Hubby and I meant all those years, but when you put it that way...

Fast forward to tonight, when I drove for the first time ever to my job to be Ben's Mama.

One of my worries had always been that I wouldn't feel like a mom taking her kid to school; that, instead, I'd feel like a teacher taking her kid to work. But I didn't. When I looked up at those teachers, I didn't see co-workers. I saw Ben's Teachers. When I walked in, we weren't greeted with cordial stranger hello's. We were greeted with hugs and love and genuine warmth. I felt welcomed. I felt that I would be turning my kid over to people who knew me, who knew us, and who would eventually know him...the good and the bad.

Both Ben and Aidan behaved beautifully throughout the one-hour meeting. They colored and drew and whispered. When Ben asked if he could run around the cafeteria with a buddy after the meeting ended, and I said no and reminded him that "this is going to be your big kid school soon; you have to do the right thing." He nodded emphatically, almost immediately, and smiled: "I know." When I told Hubby how proud I was of their behavior, Ben told Daddy about "the lady who even turned around during the meeting" (another teacher disguised as a mommy for the night) to say that "Wow, they must be really good kids." He, too, seemed to notice something was a little different here...this was no longer the VPK playground where he jumped off chairs and played with grasshoppers: this would be the Real Thing. "Aidan," he explained dramatically to his little brother, "this is Mommy and Daddy's school, but this is where I'm going to be for kindergarten next year."

I don't know if, at some point, we will second-guess our decision. I don't know if, at some point, we will wonder if perhaps rolling the dice would have been a better gamble. But tonight, I know for sure that I was Mama, and not Mrs. So-and So. And I know that my little boy is going to go to Real School really soon.

8 comments:

  1. Pretty amazing to be on the other side, huh? And, for the record, I hope the sun and moon align and I get to do for Ben what you have done so beautifully for Matt. It would be an honor!

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  2. Okay, no fair. First day of Kindergarten, the teacher said, "Your parents might be feeling kind of sad today, so blow them a kiss" and my kid grinned wickedly, turned around, and shook her booty at me. Ah, the parental pride.

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  3. It's funny how our thoughts and ideas change once we actually have children. I think, particularly in elementary school, it would be comforting for both mom and child to be in the same building.

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  4. Real School, Mama. So bittersweet! (And practical.) =>

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  5. Thanks for this....I am also a teacher and I am struggling with what to do with my son in 2 years---bring him with me or send him to our neighborhood school. It was nice to read your perspective!!!

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  6. I've just read your post, found you through one of your followers, and it really struck a chord! I'm not a teacher, but my god if I was they'd be coming with me. I say all the right things about them being independent etc, but if I could i'd keep them by my side till they're.. about 30 maybe... Nat

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  7. Jack is 3 years away and I'm already wondering the same thing. Moms... When I'm a mom I'll do this... when I'm a mom I'll do that... no one knows until they are a mom (or dad).
    Kat

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  8. I've missed you, chica. Have been MIA for quite some time but am slowly making my way back.

    PS: I think it IS a gift that Ben gets to attend the school where you work. It won't always be great to have the inside scoop on EVERYthing, but for the most part, you have a huge advantage. I think most parents feel like they are in the dark and teachers aren't being 100% honest with them because they can't be. So...have fun with it. Be the proud mama you are!

    xo

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