I suppose I will lose points in the voting for "Most Devoted Mom" category for this but it is what it is.
I love my children. I think they are great. I think they are close to the best children ever (what mom doesn't think that about her kids?). I think they are smart. Handsome. Funny. Terrific. Yup, 'terrific' is a great word to describe them. It also brings me to my story.
Last Monday, Scooter got into the car very excited about his day. The first thing he was excited about was he had a green dot for that day - meaning he did well. If he gets yellow or red dot, privileges are lost and life is no fun. Green is good. The next thing that had him bubbling is he was voted 'Terrific Kid' for the week. Something he has been hoping for all year. I was beaming as much as he was. Life was good.
Before I go any further, if you have never heard of this program, the local Kiwanis Club sponsors this one and I imagine schools elsewhere do it or something similar. In the program, the kids receive a certificate declaring their "terrificness", a blue ribbon and a bumper sticker that says "Proud Parent of a Terrific Kid". Every year - every grade until high school. I've been through it with the oldest son for what seems like forever and now I guess it is time to watch as Scooter gets to be Terrific Kid each year.
If you are wondering how I could lose mom points in this, let me tell you. I think the whole program is great. I don't have a problem with it. I'm all for building self-esteem. Every kid should feel special at some point. But, to be honest, I hate those bumper stickers. They drive me nuts. I could shout the slogan from the rooftops but I don't want a bumper sticker on my car. It's not even an expensive, nice car. I just have a dislike for bumper stickers in general. If you like them, forgive me, it's nothing personal. I simply don't.
So, last Monday, after we got home from school, Scooter was sitting at the table doing homework. He said "Hey Mom, let's go put this bumper sticker on the car!"........ Shoot! I forgot about that part! I replied hesitantly with "Errrr.....uhmmmm.....well, why don't you finish your homework first.". Great, I bought some time. How was I going to get out of this? I was tickled he got to be Terrific Kid but I had issues with the sticker.
Tuesday - after school - same scenario. Scooter at the table doing homework - "Mom, we forgot to put the sticker on your car". My reply was about the same. I re-directed him and he soon forgot again.
What was I going to do? I love my child. I don't want to hurt his feelings. I just don't want that on the car! I'd be okay with wearing the thing on a t-shirt but NOT on the car! I even bragged on him to all the family members about him making "Terrific Kid"! I played it up. Secretly, I was saying some ugly things about those Kiwanis members and their stickers!
Wednesday - ditto, except I bought a clue and put the bumper sticker in a stack of papers on the hutch. I didn't "hide"it necessarily it but I was clinging to the hope of 'out of sight, out of mind'. I was gonna buy some more time.
Thursday, not a word about the sticker. Yeeahhhh! I might just be home free. He has forgotten about it. Was I really gonna get out of this one? I sure thought so.
Friday --- I'm off from work most Fridays. I use that day to clean house, run errands, grocery shop, etc. That morning, I dropped Scooter off at school, yelling at him to be good and I loved him as he slammed the car door shut and jogged into school. I went to the grocery store armed with my list and coupons, got what I needed and back to the car I went. I parked the cart behind my car and as I reached for the hatch, I saw it. Right below the license plate - "Proud Parent of a Terrific Kid". I laughed. The little twirp did it anyway! I don't know how he found it or even when he found it. But he did.
Now I have to live with some guilt. How petty that was of me to try to secretly squash some of my child's encouragement in his little life over a sticker? I learned a lesson that day. To me, it's just a sticker but to him, it was the world. Besides, he'll just do it behind my back anyway. ha ha.
I do love the little twirp.



