We went to our PTA meeting last night.
It was our first of TWO nights that we have to attend because – too many children.
You know the kind of meeting right? Where they tell you all about the school (which is really interesting if it’s your first kid), punt the extra murals, try desperately to get you sign up for the parent counsel (fool me once…) and just generally remind you of all the many things that you should be doing with your kids. Play outside with them, limit the TV, cut the sweets, listen to them, ask them about their day, make sure they sleep enough etc. Things you know, but as we get caught up in life, often get forgotten in order to frantically try and keep everything in some sort of control.
Should I even mention the Mom Guilt that comes with these meetings? I probably don’t have to. There you are, sipping your wine and thinking you have it kind of under control and then *BOOM*, suddenly you feel like you are not enrolling them in enough extra murals or too many extra murals, letting them watch too much TV, not spending enough time with them outside, not taking them to fun places for them to report on a Monday morning, not listening to them enough. Blah blah blah. I’m so tired of this Mommy Guilt thing. So tired. Although I might just be tired in general.
And actually that’s not even where I wanted to go with this post at all…
From the big general meeting we split into the class groups and went to listen to our Grade R teacher inform us of how different this year is and how much they need to learn in order for them to be ready for Grade 1. A few things that really stood out for me:
- THEY GET HOMEWORK. Granted they have an entire week to get through it, but you guys, my baby is bringing home work that needs to be done at home – that’s additional to what she learns at school. This freaks me out a little. To me she still seems so small and shouldn’t be laden with this kind of thing already. Am I naive? Do your little people have homework? Do they love it or hate it?
- Also in Grade 1 they start doing orals. I’m not even joking when I tell you that the word “oral” (or even worse “mondeling” – the Afrikaans version of oral) strikes fear in my heart now, just as it did more than 10 years ago. I’m already terrified for her and even more worried that I will project my fear of public speaking onto her (we have already noticed this fear in her and I don’t want to make it worse). I still remember my first oral in Grade 4 as if it were yesterday – breaking down in tears talking about a trapeze and then running from the room to hide in the corridor.
- We don’t read to them enough. Or at all. When I was pregnant I had so many images of me reading to my kids every night before bed. This does not happen in light of the rush that is bedtime. I’m so disappointed with myself on this and even when I remember to do it I don’t because it’s late and they need to sleep. How do you fit in reading to your kids?
- They need to know how to swim. We swim often, but they have their arm bands and floating bathers on. So like, they don’t drown, but if you’re particular about it, they can’t actually swim. We need to change this.
Did I just list all of my mommy guilt induced things without intentionally going down that route? Yes, it seems I have.
Flipping Mommy Guilt.