“They’re voting for student officers at school and I want to run. I can spend $40 in materials and can give out gum and mints and need to make some posters.”
I eyed my oldest from my peripheral vision, so as to not crash into anything whilst driving. Trying not to panic him nor myself, I thought before phrasing a question. “Okay. And …when do you need to have them done?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe Friday.”
It was Wednesday. Given his usual record, that was a pretty long time to prepare.
“Okay. Well, I can’t buy you supplies right now. We need to get home and clean for your brother’s baptism this weekend.”
“That’s okay. I’ll have time.”
I wasn’t sure. He had a history of not only springing things on me the half hour before they were due, but also of completely breaking down over the inevitable failure from not being prepared. Fortunately for me (and him), whoever was in charge of the campaigning sent all parents of interested students an informative e-mail.
Did I say “fortunately?” More like “indispensably.” For one thing, she said the materials were due Monday instead of Friday. For another, there were size requirements on posters and ….a campaign video.
Which is what
he we have been working on since church this morning.
After a meltdown yesterday in which he yelled about not needing us to suggest campaign ideas but that he really just needed us to suggest campaign ideas, he came up with a Minecraft theme. Actually all on his own; he crafted a zombie, squid, villager, and slime poster with pun-laced slogans like, “Don’t be a Zombie, Vote For Me.”
He took my suggestion to use some of our thousands of Lego Minecraft sets to do a stop-motion video. His father is
helping making the whole thing on the computer.
I am very proud of my son, but try to avoid special projects like this. When he (or his brothers) get the look and start discussing supplies and cost and what I need to do; I foresee the stress, yelling, meltdown, extra store trips, last-minute failures, and special project hangover when it’s all over.
I am frequently left -not only holding the bag; but buying the bag, filling it with expensive things we can’t reuse when most don’t get used, driving the bag to school when they accidentally leave it at home, and then cleaning up all the bag scraps left over the next day.
Yet… this is childhood. This is learning. This is trying and mistakes and all that important stuff I want my kids to learn.
Not that remembering those things makes the mess and the stress go away. What really makes it worth it is the other look: pride. It’s that look that lights up my kid’s face, even subtly, when he surveys what he has done. It’s when he smiles with a sense of accomplishment.
Having him clean up afterwards is a nice perk, too. We’ll do that as well. Probably Tuesday.
Sunday, May 12: Shared a previously-written bit on Mother’s Day: “Happy Mother’s Day?”
Monday, May 13: Trotted out a short poem titled, “Just a Little Housework.”
Tuesday, May 14: Shared a quote I found online.
Wednesday, May 15: A toast! -to toast with “Breakfast Tip 3.”
Thursday, May 16: “Time Out!,” a snippet setting the ‘punishment’ record straight.
Friday, May 17: Reminisced on Pregnant Times and how we ought to lay off ourselves in “Don’t Be so Hard on Yourself.”
Saturday, May 18: Shared WTFDAD‘s tweet about scary(?) stories.
Sunday, May 19: That’s today!
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