I went to my first 'parent's evening' last night. Just when I thought this period of my life couldn't get any more surreal it suddenly has a damn good go!
Parent's evening! The two word's that would strike the fear of God into any school kid and a guarantee to bring on total panic in me and ultimately total apoplexy in my poor parents. I am just getting my head around the fact that I have a son at school when they spring Parent's evening on me.
My anxiety about it had been simmering away nicely, before finally spilling over into a mild panic attack an hour before we went. What if Raf has been hitting people? What if they don't think that he is as advanced as he should be? What if he has said "skin me up one time blood" - gangster parlance that his mother has taught him! - to one of the teachers? I was beside myself and suddenly realised that I was actually more scared about going to a parent's evening, than I used to be while waiting for my folk's to return from one. How ridiculous! I snapped myself out of it, calmed down and started to prepare excuses for whatever they might throw at us!
As it turned out it was a pleasant experience. We turned up at the school, met all the staff, looked around the classroom,had a little chat with the teachers and nearly left without incident. I say "nearly left" because there was just one little thing! We were looking at the 'house point' board and couldn't help but notice with some pride that Rafa was second. I say "notice with some pride", what actually happened was 'A' made a point of tapping on the pictures of all the other children Raf was beating and laughing while their respective parent's looked on!
I could have died of shame, while 'A' really doesn't get wound up by things like that. It is one of the 'little annoyance's' that we all have in our relationship's,others include the fact that I have to walk round the house after her turning off light switches - a real pain when you have 96 in the house -, She never closes a door and walks every where in the middle of the road (I am sure mine would be too extensive to list but would probably include the fact that I would actually walk around the house to count the light switches!).
The problem is I am quite easy to annoy.It is not just 'A', yesterday afternoon the boy's were at it. Every time I put Silli down he cried, it was impossible to eat in the same room as him as he wanted it and he is like a moth to a flame with anything he can't have. Raffi hit Silli every time I got him happy and settled, never -and I mean never- ever stops talking and can take an hour to eat a cheese butty.
What causes these annoyance's is that obviously we are all different and the fact that I understand this makes it more annoying! I know that opposites attract etc. etc. but sometimes 'A' and I are poles apart. Never mind singing off the same hymn sheet, most of the time we are in different churches. 'A' is so artistic yet I can't draw a straight line, everything she watches on TV I hate and vice versa, she is a morning person I am a night owl. She likes mayonnaise, shopping and muesli, I like ketchup, football and frosties'.
Despite all these little annoyance's and differences I adore them all. 'A' is about as close to being the perfect person as is possible, Raffi is the life and soul of the house and Silli is the most loving happy little baby you could ever wish for. Somehow,as a family we just seem to work. I don't know how or why and I am not sure what I contribute; but know my difficulty in absorbing the fact I have a child at school must be really annoying!
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