5th grade’s emphasis on independence is not going so well in terms of what needs to make it to B’s backpack to come home. He failed a science test I didn’t know he had earlier this year because he didn’t have it written in the homework guide, nor did he manage to bring home a study guide. This weekend?
“Uh, Mom, my study guide for my science test must still be at school…”
And so we return to:
Oh B. (I wasn’t that nice about it at the time.) But hey! I’m resourceful! I can find 5th grade metric system lessons online! And so I did, and so we studied. We’ll see how it all works out.
Tonight, when we lit the chalice for our evening thankfulness ritual, B said he was thankful for being able to study for a test. I asked if it was the act of going over and over something until you’re confident about it, or the having-the-materials-necessary-to-study part he was talking about. He said neither; that it was being given the chance to review before the test.
In the spirit of the metric system unit, I asked him if he would use grams, liters, or meters to measure my love. He said “Meters, because we always talk about loving each other to the stars and back”. I began to speak, but he had a new thought he couldn’t contain. “Or it could be liters, because we say ‘I love you as big as’ things like the ocean, and liters measure volume.” I began again, to no avail. “It could be grams, if we’re doing the ‘I love you as whatever as a whatever is whatever’ game, and it’s about something heavy, like ‘I love you as heavy as an elephant on a meatball!'”.
“Are you done postulating?”, I asked.
“They’re all right. I love you big, heavy, and full, all at once, all the time. Even when I’m unhappy with you because you leave important things at school.”
To which he harrumphed and turned away, giving me the silent treatment instead of a “Goodnight, Momma”.