Our lives are already so full, I can hardly imagine what life will look like when our third makes his or her debut. The school year has started off well. I mean, reasonably well. John Henry’s teacher let me know that he is doing well, staying on task, and working hard. Anna has been quick to tell me she is being a princess and “didn’t spit at any of my friends.” Um, that’s good.
I did receive a phone call, however, from her teacher yesterday informing me that she arrived at school wearing no underwear under.her.dress. Zilch. Nada. At first, I blamed her father, and I assured her it wouldn’t happen again. It was fortunate (and a relief) to hear a laugh or three out of her teacher. So, now our morning routines will look something like this:
Lunches – check.
Backpacks – check.
Teeth brushed – check.
Vitamins – check.
Underwear – check.
I can’t tell you how many times in my life I have dreamed of showing up at school without wearing underwear. Mortified. Not “unbothered” by it (to quote Anna’s teacher) like my four year old. Of course, this dream was hardly as nightmarish as the time I dreamed the Incredible Hulk was chasing me in the church parking lot.
Sometimes, I sit back and wonder how my mother felt at times raising a daughter. Was she horrified when I used the display toilet at Cook’s department store in my hometown? Was she embarrassed when she carried me out of church to spank me while I yelled to the congregation “PRAY!” and held onto the sanctuary doors for dear life?
I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say yes.
Oh, the laws of reaping and sowing.
“When you have children yourself, you begin to understand what you owe your parents.” — Japanese Proverb