"Please mom," she said with her sweet, sweet smile. "We need a car that can take five kids and that's what you have."
I agreed and, instead of walking with Child #2 to his first grade classroom I detoured across the playground to check in with Child #1's teacher about field trip driving.
"Wait a minute," said my daughter when she noticed I was still behind her. "Where are you going?"
"To tell you teacher I'll drive. Remember? That thing you asked me to do five minutes ago?"
"Oh," she said with a grimace. "Maybe you should just email her or something."
Because it was morning and I'm never at my best in the morning I still didn't understand what was happening. "No, that's okay," I told her. "I'm here and I'll just check in right now."
"Okay, but mom," she hissed, looking at me like I was the bearer of contagious disease, "let's say good bye out here and PLEASE don't walk in with me."
That's when it clicked. "Are you embarrassed of me?" I asked.
|Could be a good look for me!|
"How could you be embarrassed of your cute little mother?" I asked while hugging her, kissing her and generally ignoring the fact that she was elbowing me in the stomach in an attempt to get away.
In the end I capitulated and let her run to her classroom ahead of me. My good bye was restrained to a brief wave (ignored and unreturned). I went back to Child #1's classroom and he let me give him a big hug and kiss which was some consolation.
But it left me wondering two things. First, how many more years I'll have with him before kisses get me elbowed in the stomach? And, second whether I could pull off a bathrobe, slipper, hair in curlers morning drop-off look. I mean, if nothing else, shared embarrassment is good material for sibling bonding. See what a good mom I am! Always putting my kids first.