Tim McGraw said it best in his song, "Humble and Kind."
Out of all of the traits I want my kids to have it is most important to me that they are good people. It is something I struggle with on a daily basis.
Little E has organically picked this up. He shares with Big E, even though that is clearly a one-way street. He is sweet to his friends and he is ridiculously sweet to me.
MOMMY, YOU ARE SO PRETTY.
MOMMY, YOU SMELL SO GOOD.
MOMMY, YOU ARE REALLY TALL.
Big E has a ways to go. Sometimes, he'll surprise me with excellent manners or his ability to make the new kid in class feel welcome. But for the most part, he's the center of the universe. And not just his, it is his assumption he is the center of EVERYONE'S universe.
The last week of school brought class awards. I wasn't sure of the structure of these awards, but as it turns out, everyone received an award and they were candy-themed.
WHOPPER: THE CHILD WHO TOLD THE BEST STORIES.
SNICKERS: THE CHILD WHO TOLD THE BEST JOKES.
SMARTIES: THE CHILD WHO EXCELLED IN THEIR STUDIES.
When I asked Big E if he thought he would be receiving an award, he confidently announced he would receive the award for the smartest kid.
It sounds completely obnoxious, I know, but he said it with such confidence and sincerity that I wasn't sure how to respond.
When it came time to distribute the awards his teachers led into each award with a little background.
THIS STUDENT EXCELLED IN ALL AREAS OF THEIR STUDIES AND BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH...
I blacked out because I looked down at Big E and he had raised his hand. He was claiming his award before his name had even been announced. I gently (or not so gently ripped his arm off) guided his arm back down. I gave him the mommy evil eye which translates to CUT THAT SH*T OUT NOW.
BIG E! COME AND CLAIM YOUR SMARTIES AWARD!
He had a huge smile on his face, but before he went up front he turned to me and loudly whispered:
I TOLD YOU!
Maybe it was the fact there were about 65 people in a room meant to hold 30, but I was SWEAT-ING. Why can't my son be humble? How can I teach this to him? I don't think I'm walking around telling everyone how smart I am? Am I? Smack me if I am.
I'm hoping this is something that comes with maturity. I want him to be confident, I think that is an excellent trait to have and will serve him well when it comes time to dealing with peer pressure, but I also want him to kind. To be humble. Sigh.
He also pops his collar when he wears polo shirts. Part of me cringes, but my secret 80s loving self ADORES IT.
Popular posts from this blog
Hi folks! A quick note from Mrs. Yoy as I know it's been awhile. For those that know me personally, you know that I've been very vocal in unsuccessfully convincing the Cobb County School board to change their COVID policies, which to this day, remain a steaming pile of sh*t. We follow zero health guidelines and figuring out the quarantine policy is akin to solving that math problem from Good Will Hunting. I will be publishing the letters I've sent to the board and Superintendent over the last 18 days of school. I've heard back from my representative, who is lovely, and my pediatric dentist who also serves on the board, but it's been crickets from the voting block of four and the Superintendent, Chris Ragsdale. Apparently, he's too busy pumping iron and self-tanning. Anyway, enjoy. HAPPY FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! (E-mail sent on August 2, 2021) Good morning from East Cobb! As a long time resident, I am writing you this morning to plead with you to reconsider the mask
I must say, we timed our arrival perfectly. You know how I loathe hanging out in the waiting room of the pediatrician's office. Especially during the plague season. The boys barely had time to lick the fish tank glass, when Little E was called back. Big E is all about the doctor's office when he is just an onlooker. He took the lead, I really didn't have to be there. Big E explained perfectly to Dr. K what had happened to Little E. It was like I was watching him present on his medical school rounds. For a minute, I was such a proud, Jewish mother. Dr. K had me take Little E's shirt off so she could examine him. She moved his arm around and checked his elbow and wrist. I'M NAKED! I'M NAKED! Little E repeated this until I finally translated it to Dr. K. She burst into laughter. But this how I know she is an awesome doctor. She casually asked Little E to high-five her with his left arm. He began to, but then switched and high-fived her wit
Good morning from East Cobb! I am following up on an email I sent yesterday morning, to which I received zero responses. As a long time resident, I am writing you this morning to plead with you to reconsider the mask policy for Cobb County schools this year. I’ve been speaking with many parents and we are stressed and saddened by the lack of consideration and communication from the board regarding the recent surge of Covid. In case you wanted to know, I can also see the future. And in two weeks when we are all at home, virtual again, with sick kids, teachers, bus drivers and others in quarantine, I will be thinking of you and your total disregard for the health of our children and our families. Look, we all make judgment mistakes. We all have a crazy family member spreading conspiracy theories. But we don’t let these people and/or the internet comments section guide our work decisions. Gosh, I can’t imagine if I let my dad’s view of our income tax system influence how I prepared tax r