Tuesday, 15 February 2011

I'd like mornings better if they started later.

I'm not a morning person, and never will be. I've tried. Mornings SUCK.

Especially in a family with young children - they are busy. And early. I usually sit there in a stupor, until the coffee kicks in. Getting up to pour cereal and pack school bags and lunches and wipe bums; bark orders, sometimes sneak a shower in.

Dave and Tim leave early .... Tim is in his last year of being Dave's apprentice. He's done really well and I'm so proud of him. They start work at 7am so leave at the crack.  I get Max off to school, and if it's a daycare day, Rocco goes off too. This morning went really well, despite the rainy cold weather.

The three of us sang made up songs, talked about who would win if the Hulk and Ironman got in a fight (Hulk), and brushed our teeth together. Max started snapping silly photos of himself (NO idea where he gets that from.)



Then he snapped one of me holding my tiny baby:




In the car, Max talked on and on about his teeny skateboards:



While Rocco talked and talked about the Hulk and Spiderman:



And I sat there, politely pretending that what they were saying was interesting, making sure to maintain eye contact so they would both feel heard and validated. (My GOD it's boring sometimes.)

Appropriately nodding and agreeing, I kissed Max goodbye, and watched him do his regular "knuckles, hi-five, handshake" with Rocco. Max pleaded with me to buy him another mini-skateboard today with his pocketmoney.

"We'll see, mate."

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Later, I bought two brand new teeny boards for him, drove back to his school, and snuck them into his lunchbox - on top of his vegemite sandwich, with a note.

"Dear Max, Here are the skateboards you wanted. I love you!
From, the Best Mum in the World. xxx xxx"


 
His classroom was empty, so I had a snoop around. And wished I could be in his class, just for one day. Sit with him, watch him interact and learn and play. His recent project on the Waratah was up on the wall, the teacher had given it two ticks. I noticed that no-one else had two ticks.

I helped him do it last week. For the first time in a few years I've turned my attentions back to his schoolwork - I want him to reach his full potential, not think he was dumb at school like I did. 

(When I was walking past the school hall there was a HUGE explosion and I jump out of my skin, in disbelief but you know, of course a bomb would go off when I'm there. It wasn't a bomb, it was a science experiment. School is DANGEROUS.)

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I found this in my phone last December - still don't know how he did it:


I can't wait for him to come home today, and hear all about his new skateboards.
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