It’s the last days of school for my kiddos, and leave it to Connor Gray to show his ass as a final impression.
No, really. He mooned his class last week and I. was. MORTIFIED. Why’d he do it? Because CONNOR, that’s why. I wish to God there was another explanation, like he was overcome with madness or there were literal ants in his pants. But, alas, he was just being my socially inappropriate four-year old.
You may be thinking, “Now, Sarah; there are worse things that could have happened”, and you’d be right. I mean, he could have peed in the class fish tank, leaving future pre-k’ers to refer to the fish as “Goldie” for reasons not necessarily pertaining to her golden scales. He could have rolled and flooded the bathroom (side eye to my eldest heathen). There are a number of things that could have happened. And is this a huge deal at the end of the day? Eh. Yes and no. It was worth discussing and the entire time he and I talked all I could do was picture him running buck-naked at his high school homecoming game — “The Streak” blasting in the background — and me, checking the bank account making sure we could post bail. Clearly, I’m over-reacting. I’m a mom to a kid who epitomizes middle-child syndrome — it comes with a territory.
Truthfully, if it was gonna happen I’m glad it happened now instead of at the beginning of the year or, you know, years down the road when he’s in high school. I’m glad it happened now — when his tuckus is still small, hairless, and cute. Now — when I don’t have to worry about a fellow classmate posting it to YouTube. Now — when one day I’ll remember this and grin (maybe even chuckle).
Kids’ one job in life is to embarrass the pants off their parents until puberty. At that point, it’s our turn. Connor has no idea what’s headed his way, that’s for sure! I got to thinking about mommas and the little humiliating moments we get to endure. Some things are absolutely mortifying. Others, though — I wonder if its us moms not knowing how to adequately react to the situation in that moment. Something that triggers a momentary lapse of know-how, that inevitably sends us into a tailspin. For me, that’s pretty much it. I already struggle with knowing how to relate to my littles — I’ve been a self-proclaimed “old soul” all my life. Thinking like a kid, let alone thinking like a boy, is super challenging for me. It’s something I’ve half-assed worked on in myself — until the day of the mooning, that is.
It hit me like a ton of bricks that I desperately need to learn how to better connect with my boys and to become more intentional in my parenting. There is nothing more humbling and yet quite so satisfying as being taught a life lesson by one of my kiddos.
So what about you? What embarrasses you or has embarrassed you as a momma? What was your takeaway from that moment and how do you think about it now? Hit me up in the comments. And if you enjoyed this post, I ask that you share, share, share!