C'est la Vie: Different Isn't Always Good

I had a different experience today. I'm not one to be afraid of change or to be uncomfortable in unusual places, but today was a landmark day. Today was the first day a teacher had to have "the talk" with me about my child's behavior. It's not a mother's shining moment, I can assure you.

I love my kids and their wonderful and unique personalities. I enjoy laughing and playing with them and discipline them when life calls for it. Are there things I would change? Probably not. Those are the quirks that make them individuals. Do I wish that they would act more civil sometimes? Absolutely.

Case in point, this face:

Oh yeah, that's the look. It says, "You think I'm a precious little angel, but just wait until you turn your back... I'm gonna tear this place to shreds." And so it was at school today. My sweet boy who I thought only acted like a maniac in the privacy of our home showed his true colors. Maybe it's that scar under his eye that makes him think he is sooooo cool.

And he is cool. He's different. I'm just not a fan of the kind of different that makes preschool teachers think they better warn me about his shenanigans. The good news? He's so wiped from all the hoopla that he's already zonked out. You might also call this post a sequel to my recent post entitled, "Fast, but Thankfully Not Furious." It's going to be a long parenthood.