In which I shamelessly brag about my kid

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I get it. Every parent thinks the sun shines out of that poorly wiped bum. And every non parent rolls their eyes at the beginning of every anecdote.

Believe me, I know I am boring. And your problems are bigger than mine. I know. And I care.

But I have no self control.

I wish I had three kids to brag about. I wish I could mix it up a bit. But I can’t. I only have the one kid to dote on, and I am going to keep doting on him.

I do try to tag all of my doting posts under “Spawn” so if you want to opt out it’s easy not to read those posts and stick to my political rants and cooking. You’ll probably think I am a much nicer and more interesting person, that is fine with me.

And in person, I’ll try to keep my adoration of the firstborn down to a dull roar. But here, on my blog, there will probably be a lot of Squishyness.

So. Best Start.

Inigo spent an hour with Mrs D. I waited outside the classroom. Usually the parent goes in for a while until the kid feels comfortable, but Inigo and Mrs D go way back, they met in school transition, and it was pretty much love at first sight for him. He wandered off without a backward glance, and I was happy that Mrs D was the teacher with him, I trust her too.

I spent an hour with Wolf Hall, and then he popped out, Mrs D said, “He did really well. Really well”.

He had a little snack while I talked to another mama outside the class, and on the way home I asked him what had happened in the class. As usual he got cross. He finds it hard to tell stories about his day because he can’t remember every detail, and gets frustrated when I ask.

So I let it lie.

Then he piped up with, “Mrs D asked me what would happen if we took the M away from the word MEAT. I said ‘eat”, and she did a little dance”. “She said it was her happy dance and that she had never had a kindy kid get that before”.

And I was happy.

Not because my kid is extraordinary (I am sure there are loads of other clever kids about to start school this year!), but because my kid has a teacher that takes real joy in teaching, in learning, in achievement. This anecdote illustrates that she cares about her job, and that she cares about the outcomes, and that she cares about my child.

Starting school is a big step for me. But I know he will be ok.

Thank you Mrs D, and also to all of the other teachers who care enough to do such a tough job. Public schools rock!

5 Responses to “In which I shamelessly brag about my kid”

  1. Dionne Says:

    I look forward to hearing loads more Squishyness. It probably prevents me from becoming bored with my own bragging about my own children *Yeah as if I would ever get bored with that*

  2. Chris Says:

    Mrs. D sounds awesome. :)

    And I love Squish stories.

  3. Lynne Says:

    Sounds like you’re in for a good year! Hurrah for good teachers who care!

    Maybe you could try asking him more specific questions that narrow down the field a bit, like “what was the best/funniest/ most annoying thing that happened today?” “If you could only say one the about today, what would it be?” Those sorts of questions will help Inigo not to have to deal with every detail of his day.

  4. KiniaCat Says:

    Parental license includes a clause that supports extensive “Shameless bragging about one’s offspring”. Go for it.
    From what I’ve read, he’s definitely worth bragging about.
    Ah – and it seems you have an excellent teacher to brag about too.
    Enjoy.

  5. Miriam Says:

    Inigo is really a great kid. And not just because he is smart.

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