When I saw my dearest 12 yr. old daughter with her hair down, not in the pony-tail that she sports every day, I was thrilled. I had just arrived at her school for volunteer work and here she was, running towards me from the playground with her arms outstretched. She's not too self-conscious to hug me, I was thinking. What a sweetie. "Thank goodness you're here" she said, "I can't believe what I've done!"
Uh oh.
We found a quiet corner and she took many deep breaths. I didn’t have a good feeling about this, my mind was racing. I asked why her hair was down; she said it was so no one would recognize her. Ahhh… the old disguise trick.
Finally she said “I kicked a boy in the nuts.” I know my first reaction shouldn’t be a giggle, so I stifled it the best I could. ‘Why? Why would you do that?’ I said. “He was making fun of my friend! Oh, I’m going to be in so much trouble. Can we go home?” Nope.
I did my best to calm her down and to direct her toward a teacher so she could come clean with her revenge tactic and move on with the day.
While I was escorting community volunteers to our weekly children’s reading program we walked by the office, and who should be sitting outside the Principal’s office but my nut-kicking daughter. One volunteer asked “Isn’t that your daughter?” Um, well, yes.
It’s moments like these that make a mother proud. I can’t wait to see what she gets me for Mothers Day.
Uh oh.
We found a quiet corner and she took many deep breaths. I didn’t have a good feeling about this, my mind was racing. I asked why her hair was down; she said it was so no one would recognize her. Ahhh… the old disguise trick.
Finally she said “I kicked a boy in the nuts.” I know my first reaction shouldn’t be a giggle, so I stifled it the best I could. ‘Why? Why would you do that?’ I said. “He was making fun of my friend! Oh, I’m going to be in so much trouble. Can we go home?” Nope.
I did my best to calm her down and to direct her toward a teacher so she could come clean with her revenge tactic and move on with the day.
While I was escorting community volunteers to our weekly children’s reading program we walked by the office, and who should be sitting outside the Principal’s office but my nut-kicking daughter. One volunteer asked “Isn’t that your daughter?” Um, well, yes.
It’s moments like these that make a mother proud. I can’t wait to see what she gets me for Mothers Day.