As I sit in my golden chair feeling the cool breeze blow through my living room window, I realize that fall is quickly approaching. Unlike many other states, New York has not beckoned my children back to school yet, so it’s still “summer” for us. However, I feel the sunshine waning, see the leaves straining to hold their color, and know that I still need to purchase school supplies.
By the time I get around to school shopping, there should be all of three pencils and one slightly broken bottle of bargain brand glue left on the shelves. I intended to shop early this year, but good intentions are basically worthless, at least for me.
I still haven’t received my children’s classroom assignments yet, so I don’t know what their teachers require to ‘start school’. Life would be so easy if there were one master list of supplies for the entire second grade, third grade, fourth grade, fifth grade…you get my point. Why each teacher needs a different list of supplies is beyond me, but that’s probably because I’m not a teacher. Oh, for the days when kids just needed to bring an apple and a piece of chalk to school.
I’m getting sidetracked. The point of my post is that with the coming of fall I’ve made some decisions.
1. I’m not going to Twitter anymore. Earth-shattering, isn’t it? I haven’t tweeted in a month and I just don’t miss it. It’s not just a time-waster, because if I’m truthful, I love wasting time. I’ve nearly reached professional status as a time waster. I may start a consulting firm that specializes in raising awareness to combat employee time-wasting strategies. I just feel no draw to tweet, so I’m done. I tried it. I liked it. I got bored with it. In fact I did the same thing with exercising, but that’s another post.
2. I’m not the kind of mother who dreads hearing their children were in a little spat…a fight…knockdown…whatever you’d like to call it. Now don’t get worried, I don’t have a boxing ring in my basement and I don’t promote violence, but I do think that there is a time when a child needs to defend him or herself. There’s a certain invisible line of propriety that must not be crossed by another and if it is, I believe at times it is appropriate to throw a punch.
My daughter comes in saying the child (a nameless boy who has repeatedly been mean to FringeKid) down the street tried to pull down her shorts. Twice. I told her that the next time he tries something like that, she should throw him a punch right smack in the kisser. I mean, if someone tried to pull my shorts down (FringeMan excluded…mom, close your ears or eyes), I’d have to punch him in a place that hurts more than his kisser.
I don’t think we should ever look for a fight in life, but I do think there’s a time to fight.
**insert favorite movie quote**
” There is a certain kind of peace that is only known on the other side of war.” -Sean Connery, The Hunt for Red October
Like the time when I was about eleven and this boy (Robby) continuously annoyed me to the point where I experienced temporary insanity. He went beyond what is good and acceptable antagonizing behaviors for pre-adolescent boys and propelled me beyond the threshold of patience. I brought him to his knees with one good punch in the jaw and sent his glasses flying into the next zip code. Problem solved.
The point of a childhood spat is that when you need to defend yourself, you must walk away the winner.
Now don’t run scared on me. I’m not raising a couple of hooligans with violence issues that will need to spend the next 16 and half years in anger management classes. Keep things in perspective.
3. I will not become addicted to hot chocolate no matter how cold it gets this winter.
And those are the decisions that may revolutionize my fall.
You making any decisions this fall?