Well, I’m so glad that I got all the sweetness covered in yesterday’s post.
That cute girly girl in that adorable pink tutu got written up on the playground today at school. Oh yes. If that just isn’t irony.
Lots of lessons were learned today. Lots. By her. By her parents. [By her brother if he knows what’s good for him. Who, by the way didn’t cry today at drop off. Go figure. One problem semi-down and then another one pops up. Of course. Because nobody said this would be easy.]
I won’t go into all of it on here. Apparently she neglected to tell her teacher that it was “self-defense” so it went down that she just out of the blue initiated it. Who knows if he did something to her that made her do what she did.
We learned we tell the whole story, all the truth, no matter what. Whether we’re to blame or not. Whether we started it or not.
She was very sorry and was mortified that her teacher was going to have to tell me. So clearly she realizes she made a poor decision. I told her what the consequence would be (and apparently I chose well because the sadness that came from that made it obvious that it struck a nerve…as a parent you don’t want to cause any more pain to your kid but telling them “You choose to do that, this is your consequence” and hearing them say “Ok, that’s fine” kind of makes you kind of wish you had gone with the other option. I hit the jackpot today and maybe she’ll remember it. I hope).
We learn there are consequences. Sad, sad consequences.
The mama bear in me hates that she suffered an injustice and then got the whole brunt of being the one who got in trouble or who suffered consequences. Don’t get me wrong, the conversation we had would not have changed much had the whole truth come out, but it’s just one of those things: the whole, great, my kid is the one who got in trouble. And if I were to be totally honest, I hate it because I feel like I’m taking a hit as a parent. Well, if I had parented differently then this wouldn’t be happening. There’s a lot of truth to that, but there’s also a lot of guilt that is unnecessary. She’s 4. She’s spirited. She’s tough. I’ve always prayed that she would be strong, independent and confident but with a sensitive and compassionate heart. As my dad says, be careful what you pray for. She was strong and then her compassionate heart kicked in. Only it was 2.7 seconds too late.
We learned that there’s a lot of injustice and pain out there and people won’t always treat us the way they should but that it’s up to us to choose how we respond. Wisely.
Parenting Mondays are hard. They’re humbling. They’re stressful. And you hope that by Tuesday, you’ve made wise decisions as you navigate the issue and guide your child. But in the end, we’re all stronger through this. We’ve come to the end of Monday with lots of good stuff to chew on and to hopefully use the next time we have a bad case of the Mondays. Until then, we look forward to the normal weekdays with all their ins and outs and the Saturdays when we get to twirl and smile and eat cookies.
Speaking of which, a cookie sounds like just what I need to cap off this day… This parenting gig can be the most fun one day and then catapult you in the opposite direction and leave you speechless and scratching your head (or wringing your hands or crying in your closet). Yes, I think I’ll take that cookie now.