This is my only friend who is
from the same motherland as me. With her, I can easily converse in 2 languages
and we can relate to many issues on the same wavelength as we had similar
upbringing. We mostly exchange notes on our kids and inadvertently complain
about the husbands. My time with her is quite therapeutic!
Today was no different. We
were intensely talking about our second born children and how they seem to have
less fear in them than our first born children. As if on cue, my phone rang! I
saw the number and it was Hans' school calling. It was the Principal and my
second born was in trouble!
Talk about the mother of all interruptions!!
One boy (who has been
mentioned under 2 names here) decided to create a "Kick me" sign and
stick it on the back of the supply teacher for the day. Another boy helped him;
however they weren't successful and the sign started falling off. It was then
that Hans lost his mind for a moment and decided to be helpful and stick the
sign firmly on the teacher's back. And guess who got caught?!
The new Principal called it "a
hiccup" as Hans has never been in trouble before and this was the
first time. Apparently, Hans was remorseful and wrote a nice apology note. From
my perspective, it was more than a hiccup! It was a poor choice Hans made and
this wasn't the first time. The first call I got from a Principal was in Grade
1; quite literally 3 years ago. The very same boy started it and Hans joined
in.
Hans might as well have stuck the sign on my back.
It was good that I was with a
friend. I would have gone crazy if I had been by myself. At least, I got a
chance to talk with her. However, I really wanted to get to school and
apologize to the supply teacher. I was too late, but I did get a chance to see
the Principal and read Hans' letter. The Principal was kind enough to reassure
me that Hans is a good boy and that I shouldn't ruin my weekend by dwelling on
this incident.
And it is a super busy weekend!
All I wanted to know from
Hans was "Why?!" The sad response to that was "I don't
know."
Usually, I would blame myself for being a terrible parent. Today, I had
to tell myself that I do not really have any control over any part of my life.
The only semblance of control lies in the choices I make. I can continue to
make the right choices and hope that the boys will eventually learn to make the
right choices as much as possible!
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