My 7-year-old daughter, Dani, had an hour long Mother’s Day program in her school classroom this past Friday. I was hoping to use a nearby hourly daycare, but it was full!
I still went, knowing I would, most-likely, end up in the hall for the majority of my daughter’s big show. I dreadingly lugged my three younger children, Evie(5), Mase(3), and Dax(1), into the cramped classroom.
For the performance, I decided to sit Evie and Mase down, towards the front. I stayed in the back with Dax so I could simultaneously rock my guy in his stroller, while feeding him a steady stream of snacks. The performance commenced and the magic happened. The kids–my kids–ALL of them–were actually–ANGELS. Whoa!
I kept getting all teary-eyed during my daughter’s performance, over Dani’s sweet songs and my quiet kids!
Then! Dani served me a cookie and all of my children–shared! I was impressed with myself also. I really didn’t want to share that yummy cookie.
The younger three and I headed to the parking lot afterward. I began heaping on the praise, “I am soooo proud of you guys. You are the best behaved kids in the entire universe.” Suddenly, the magic came to an abrupt halt.
Mase thought it would be fun to make me chase him into his car seat. After capturing my escapee, he still put up a fight. His freakishly strong arms and legs even attempted to injure me has I calmly, but firmly, pressed him into his seat so I could
restrain buckle him. “Mom hit me!” he yells.
Back to reality. Next time I may just bribe him with an M&M.