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The mom
types in this blog are so true! But we are all, all of those moms at some
point. And the objects of our Mommy Bear rage are not just stupid parents, but
teachers and administrators as well.
I remember
meeting with the Principal when Z was in 4th grade. He had been in a gifted
program and they were building a spaghetti bridge. He used some term for
the construction (I can't remember now) that he learned on TV. The
teacher told him that was not a construction term. He countered, and she told
him, in front of the whole class, that he must be an idiot.
That's the
story I got from a teary ten year old that evening.
I met with
the teacher the next day to tell her that I thought she should consider a
gentler approach, as she had embarrassed my son. I made it clear that I would
not be taking my complaint to the office, nor were there any harsh feelings as
long as she we more considerate in her approach.
I wanted
to smack her, but I had thought long and hard about what I would say and was
quite controlled.
I told her
I assumed she was overwhelmed at the time and spoke out of frustration.
She agreed, and confessed that she had told Zach he must be an idiot. She
apologized, shook my hand, and assured me it would not happen again.
The next
day I got a call to come to the office. When I arrived the Vice Principal and
Principal had Z in a corner in a chair and were standing over him, telling him
not to go exaggerating events and conversations to his parents. Apparently, the
teacher had immediately taken my meeting to the higher ups to cover her ass.
That I got. What I didn't understand was why these supposedly intelligent
adults that should have been looking out for my son's welfare were using
intimidation.
Not with
this mommy bear!
I bolted
to the corner, brushed past them both, sat next to my sobbing son and demanded
they both take a seat too. The Principal, backtracking, immediately proceeded
to tell me that when a great amount of blood quickly rushes into our brains, we
misunderstand circumstances or conversations. This is what had happened to Z,
she explained.
My jaw
dropped.
"So
this great blood rush in your brain is what has caused you to behave so
inappropriately with my son? To use intimidation tactics? To act
like bullies?" Needless to say, there was lots of "Uh, uh"
and "No, you misunderstand". I stood, told them if they had a
reason to ever speak with Z again privately for any reason, I would need to be
present. I then took Z home. As we drove to get an ice cream and soothe our
anger and tears, he said simply, "Thanks, Mom. I was
frightened," I stood up for him when he needed it.
Years
later Z told me he knew I had his back that day. He also told me he held
his head high when he returned the next day. I had offered to walk him in
and he had said no.
You don't
always need to do
so much for them, as to show them. There will be times where you need to act, but usually,
you need to move on, instead of mouthing off.
My best
friend and I, another mother of two, used to bitch over other parents, as we
were always room moms, PTO execs, etc. We decided long ago, over a great
deal of alcohol, that if you hold your head high with confidence, your kids
will be fearless and confident too.
You worry
over small things, they will be wary and unsure. You forgive when it is
not easy to do so, they will be humane and kind. You act out of rage,
they will learn aggression. You behave in a jealous manner, they will not
trust. We both learned our actions speak more than we know and much more
than what we say.
That day
in the Principal's office I did the right thing. Many other times,
however, I barked at some parent and realized I had not. I let my desire to
always protect and win go too far.
Don't
sweat the little stuff. You will be the one that remembers it most
anyway. Your kids, like the good, untarnished souls they are, will forgive and
forget the small stuff. If it's big, fight and fight to win. If
it's not, show them you can be better than the situation. Set the stage now for
picking worthy battles, because you will need that restraint and wisdom much
more later.
With that
said, I am NOT an exemplary parent. I am not always even a good one. I am
not wise. Hell, most of the time I feel like I am punting in a game in
which I have not been informed of the rules. The one thing I have going for me
at this point is experience to draw upon and the knowledge that I will never be
done learning the duties of my job. Everyone has to learn to parent the
hard way and all you can do is try to keep your head above water.
The above post was sent as feedback from Melanie Cruess,
mother of two young men, aged 16 and 20, as a response to my request for advice
from a veteran mom. I can’t thank
you enough, Melanie, for letting me share your story. I am relieved to find that all this is normal, and I
continue to be humbled by the challenge of this journey.
And for the rest of you, know that if you send me an
e-mail, you might find it onstage…
