Friday, April 3, 2009

Mothering 101

*picture taken from here.
As we all know, Little Prince is in school.

His teachers are awesome. LP is learning so much, so fast. And most importantly, his teachers make school fun - so fun that LP begs to do his homework. (I have vowed to record his pleading and use it against him ten years from now.) We play school at home all the time - I am the student and LP is Tia Ju or Tia Cintia or Tia Cris, whichever strikes his fancy. From his imitations, I have gathered that they are kind, loving souls who let him do whatever he wants. ("No, Mom. I'm the teacher and I say we can watch movies and eat ice cream all day.")

I take every imitation with a pound of salt and continue to give his teachers all the adoration they deserve. They rock. After all, we want the BEST teachers for our children, right?

Just as long as they're not TOO good.
In other words, as long as they don't replace me.

Yesterday we went to the park. It was a good park day. We made it all the way there without fighting or a time out, and we played for a solid hour in brotherly bliss. I studied my scriptures while they were making sand castles (I have to squeeze it in some time) and when I finished we played tag. Fun was had by all.

We wrapped up the morning on the swings. Ouro Branco sat "spider style" on my lap as we reached our toes to the sky. I love the feeling of him cuddled underneath my chin, his blue eyes so close I can count every eyelash.

I was feeling pretty good about myself when LP announced: "My teacher taught me how to swing."

(Let it be noted that we've been working on the "first iiiiiiiiin, now ouuuuuuuuut" concept for a year and a half.)

I laughed and corrected him: "No, silly, *I* taught you how to swing."

"Nope. Tia Ju did. Cuz she loves me."

I let it go. But it hurt.

And then just the other day we were in the pool with a bunch of friends. One of them, upon seeing LP shooting around underwater like a fish, praised him and said, winking at me: "Wow, LP! You must have had a good teacher! Who taught you to swim like that?"

No hesitation. "Tia Cintia."

(Psssst. *I* taught him.)

I know it doesn't really matter. I don't mother for the award ceremonies and endless gratitude. (HA!) I mother because I love my children.

Still. It'd be nice to get credit every now and then.

27 comments:

KC Mom said...

Uh...it's like a dagger in the heart.
Sounds like someone has a "crush" on his teacher!
When do boys stop having a crush on their moms! :(

Kazzy said...

So true.

I remember once when someone asked one of my boys how they knew about a certain gospel thing they realted and I waited for the answer, "Mommy taught me." But he said he learns that stuff at church. What??? We teach you about that all the time! LOL

Jan the crazy lady said...

Yes, those bit a bit. But as you know, you know. But you do get the kudos someday. My older boys seem to be saying thanks for what I did more and more. They are in their 20's now, so it does take time :)

But I know you are the real swing teacher. Yep yep yep...

Brittany Ann said...

Completely understand. My oldest loves his dad endlessly. Which is great, my hubby is a wonderful man. But I cook, clean, and play all day, and I am immeditaly deserted when daddy comes home. >pout< I understand. I bet you're a great mom.

gina said...

It seems we can tell our kids something dozens of times, but they only really "hear" it when someone "cool" tells them...I know it hurts! But as they say, it takes a village, and aren't we all glad for good influences in our childs lives! I can tell you are a good mom, though, I am sure they will attribute all their goodness to you..you just have to wait a decade!

Kristina P. said...

You will be the one who counts in the end! I don't even remember most of my teachers names!

Melissa P said...

My son's primary teacher is my visiting teacher. He always tells her that what he learns is from the movies he watches. I never get the credit that it is from FHE or telling him. I guess at least the Living Scripture movies are teaching him too. Hopefully what I am teaching him is sinking in too.
It sounds like you are a great mom.

Julie said...

Don't worry about it too much. They will remember in the end, and that is when it really counts!

Deb said...

My two go to day care, so I began losing the mom vs. teacher battle early. My 3-year-old will get dressed in the morning and ask, "Do you think Miss Paula will like it?" No matter how much you KNOW you're their number one lady, it still hurts when anyone else takes any piece of their hearts.

Lara said...

Teachers have a reputation for knowing more than moms.

Someday the kids will realize...

Lady of Perpetual Chaos said...

Someone else getting the credit for something you did is way worse than no one getting credit. I can see why that hurt. My 4 yr old wanted me to write on my husbands valentine that he loved her primary teacher. I'm not her primary teacher, by the way. ;o) This is one of the hardest parts of them growing up....they have other wonderful people in their lives that they start to worship. And those people probably don't put them in time out or make them pick up their mess. ;o)

Rachel said...

Just wait until you're wrong about everything. And I do mean everything. That, my friend, is a fun stage.

Kathy @ Real Mom, Real Life said...

Yes, I feel your pain. But when LP gets sick or hurt, I bet he crys for his mommy. Because no matter how cool the teacher is, mommy makes everything better.

Even when they get older and start blaming you for everything, it is you they want when they are sad or hurt. Go Figure.

Tobi said...

At least he loves school. That's a positive thing right? My son will tell me two things and only two things about school. "I was a good boy and I had a good day." Then he moves on to more important topics like what are we having for snack?

Debbie said...

But I bet you get all the blame when something goes wrong, don't you? I know I do! Comes with the territory.

elesa said...

I always think to myself "As soon as he starts to talk, he is going to tell me all the time what a great mom I am!!"

That probably isn't going to happen, is it?

Mommadj5 said...

I emailed you on this one!

Kimberly said...

Emma does the same thing except she's talking about her Primary teacher. One hour a week and that woman has my little girl practically worshipping her.

Err...not that I'm bitter or anything...

wonder woman said...

I guess this is where it starts. Kinda sad.

My WV is "sumborsc." (Read is russion accent: Vant some borshk?) Tying to be funny. May or may not be working.

Shellie said...

I knew it was really you ALL THE TIME!

Abra said...

Next year, Tia Ju and Tia Cintia will be replaced with someone else... you can never be replaced!

Heather of the EO said...

It sure would.

I'm sure he'll be giving you TONS of credit (in like twenty years) :)

Jen said...

Award ceremonies? Am I supposed to be having those? AND gratitude???

Someone around here is REALLY dropping the ball...

Stacy said...

Moms get no credit for the endless amount of love and support we give our children. We hear those stories all the time of how the kids finally say, "Thanks Mom, You're not so bad." as they are leaving for their mission or honeymoon. I guess we just have to wait ohh 10-15 more years for any sort of external validation.

Synergy Girl said...

I totally get you!! In my case...I hate it when my kids treat me WORSE than teachers or others...do they love them more??!! They will throw a fit, and I will ask...do you do that at school? They of course say no...So you are nicer to your teacher than your own mama??!! sigh...

Tami said...

That's when I just tell 'em I like his brothers better anyway--:o)
Seriously though, although it does give us a little sting to think someone is loved by our children, isn't it fabulous the people you have to send him off to each day are so wonderful?
Another added benefit, when he's older and life isn't perfect. . .you can blame it on the teachers!!

The Motherboard said...

That is the part of letting go that I hate! The teachers getting to spend so much time with them-- and I only know what they choose to tell me.

sniff sniff.