Open House for my 6 year olds new school was held the other evening. We met with the teacher who went over the curriculum and expectations of the school for their students.
I love that school. I couldn’t be more thrilled that my son got into it via that districts lottery. The school itself has a wonderful feeling about it. His teacher seems sweet and nurturing, perfect for 1st grade!
So, during this Open House, my husband and I sat at the table where my son spends the majority of his day. It’s a little round table with mini chairs (which I had to fit my fat ass onto and surprisingly, it didn’t break). He sits with four boys, oy…the poor teacher.
There was a pile of papers, both his school work and some flyers from the school. In particular, there was a little books called “About Me” which had a large space to draw a picture along with an area to write what the picture is about.
He drew pictures of himself eating bananas, playing on monkey bars and his brothers and sisters. It’s adorable aside from the fact that my son is never going to be an artist.
On the last page, we saw this picture…
ME AND MY GIRLFRIEND.
We asked his teacher who his girlfriend was. She laughed because she had asked him about it that afternoon.
She said that he told her he didn’t know her name, this girlfriend of his. But, he pointed her in the direction of a gorgeous little blonde sitting at a table full of girls across the room.
She…is the girl in his picture, his “girlfriend”…but she has orange ponytails. Note to self, have him checked to see if he is color blind.
When I questioned him about her later that evening, he told me she broke up with him. He looked pleased. She had three other boyfriends and he didn’t feel ready to have a girlfriend yet.
This is first grade.
He doesn’t feel ready to have a girlfriend yet.
It starts so young, doesn’t it?
So yesterday morning, I walked him into the gym where all the kids wait until the first bell when their teachers come to walk them to class.
He went and sat down next to another little boy who was sitting by the small stage that is part of the gym, where he proceeded to pull out a couple action figures from his backpack to play while he waited. My son loves to play with his “guys”.
I noticed this little girl with magnificent blond ponytails staring at him, watching every move he made. Until finally, she stood up and marched over to him and scooted aside the other little boy so that there was room for her to sit down in-between them, interrupting a little game they had started.
My son turned bright red. I had never seen him react to another child that way. He was BASHFUL.
I left. I didn’t want to kiss him in front of her so I just said bye and walked out, glancing over my shoulder to see what was happening.
She was chatting away and he was looking down at the action figures in his hand with a smirk on his face.
When I picked him up from school, the first thing he told me was that they are JUST FRIENDS. No boy or girl in front of the word.
Besides, he said. What do I need a girlfriend for? I have my Mommy.