Saturday, August 11, 2007

Parenting - The Fun Never Ends

No, really, I mean it. When my daughter was a baby, I decided to stay home with her for the first couple of years. But then she just kept staying so small that I decided to stay home with her until she went to school. But kindergarten was less than three hours a day, and when I walked her there the first day and told her where I'd be when she came out after school she said, "But first will I see you at recess?" By then I was freelancing and teaching in the evenings, and it was the easiest thing in the world to push it back another year or two. Finally, changing circumstances made the decision for me when she was nine.

There were a lot of wonderful things about being home with her during those years--Mommy & Me, going swimming every day in the summer, hundreds of walks and hundreds of stories, and getting to be the one who pushed her on the swings and then who taught her to pump, who held up the back end of her bicycle and then let go. One of the greatest things, though, was seeing the world through her eyes. Things I would have walked right past required inspection--an unusual flower on the river bank, a stick that looked like a boat floating downstream and had to be named. I've never been a "stop and smell the roses" kind of girl. I know what roses smell like; let's move on. But if I didn't have a lot of interest in the rose, I was purely fascinated by the way my baby's eyes changed when SHE saw the rose, or the way she reached out for something new and interesting without even seeming to realize that she'd done it.

As so often happens to me, two things converged this week to bring all of this back to mind. The first was that a woman on discussion board referred to early childhood as "this wonder filled time". The second was that I took my daughter to register for middle school.

Let me admit right up front that I'm not thrilled about this middle school thing. The middle school is BIG. And it's a public school in a very socio-economically mixed area. I went to middle school, and even thirty years ago I was offered drugs and suddenly activities were being suggested that I'd never heard of before. This is where we find out just how much influence our family and the church has had on her decision-making processes, just how secure she is in her own values, just how she processes new and possibly not-yet-welcome information...and maybe it's not good parenting, but I'd put that day off for another decade or so if I could.

So, we arrived at the middle school gymnasium (at least, it looked like a gymnasium to me...they CALL it a "cafetorium") and I wrote checks at several different tables, and at each one she got something new...a planner, her locker assignment and combination, her schedule (as we walked away from that table she said, "I have a schedule!"), her gym suit. Then we went out into the school to look for her locker and her classrooms, and an amazing thing happened. The hallways were filled with children on the verge of adolescence who were still filled with wonder at the ordinary--it was just a different ordinary. They showed each other their (identical) gym suits. They compared schedules and jumped up and down when they found out they had classes together. They asked questions like, "Did you SEE the tables in the science room?!" They checked out all-important issues like "Can I work my lock?" and "Can I fit inside my locker?" (These seemed to be of approximately equal importance.) And I realized that watching my daughter work her first combination lock on her first official locker with barely controlled excitement was just as much fun as watching her discover her first butterfly, even if she did insist on trading in those cute little dresses for torn jeans and t-shirts somewhere in between. I suspect there are a lot of new discoveries still to come

6 comments:

Xee said...

I started this journey of parenthood nearly a year ago. I can't wait to experience his first day of school, prom, etc. At the same time, I feel like time flies so fast and this entire year seems not enough. :) All the same, being a parent is the best role ever!

Barb said...

Ana has two more years until Middle School and I am already just dreading it. (We're joining a church tomorrow, did I tell you that?) So, this note made me feel a lot better about everything and the fact that you will be here writing about the whole experience is REALLY making me feel better!

Barb

Margo said...

Your blog entry is the perfect example of why, at 41, my primary hobby as a childless single person is perusing spermbank websites.

Theresa111 said...

Oh...You brought joyful tears to dampen my eyes. I too envisioned doing these things with my daughter. But alas, it was not to be. I suffered a miscarriage and lost or precious baby girl in August 1994. Somewhere deep inside I am still sad, but not maudlin, naturally. I am just so pleased someone like you has someone like her. God bless you both. It is hardest this time of year and then going back to school time has also been a nostalgic time for me since, well forever. You are a very special Mother, Tiffany. Oh yes, I have a new site and I am going to link you there. I hope you'll like it. It is herein this web address. Peace.

Keli said...

I can relate. Before I had my older son, I was prepared to return to my law practice in 3 weeks. That turned to 3 months, then 3 years. I've now been on maternity leave for 18 years. I work, but from home, and I carry a notepad for writing, not a briefcase. Spending time with my kids beats office time by a landslide!

cardiogirl said...

My oldest is in second grade I feel the way you do -- so fun re-living my own days in school through her. I also have a pre-schooler and a 2-year-old, so I'll be at home with the kids for quite a while yet.

Found you through BlogCatalog, by the way.