After my son turned in his biology project he was complaining “I didn’t learn ANYTHING making that cell”
I told him, “Yes, you did, you learned that your mother loves you enough to ride your ass to get it done.”
Taylor replied, eye-rolling and sighing huffily “But I ALREADY KNEW that!
Boys. They are wonderful, mysterious creatures.
Sometimes mysterious and not so wonderful.
For example, last night we attended Taylor’s National Honor Society ceremony. The freshmen were called up on stage one-by-one to receive a certificate. I had a moment of panic when I noticed his name was NOT listed on the program, but remembered that he had attended a practice session that day, so surely it was just a typo.
They asked the parents to rise when their child’s name was called and I breathed a sigh of relief when, last alphabetically, they called out “Taylor Wood”
Yes, just “of Chris Wood.”
It was awkward. Chris rose. Then sort of pulled me up.
We returned to our seats, thinking, “Gosh, they are incompetent, first leaving his name off the program, then not listing his mother.” Until the mother sitting in front of me turned and said, “H. (her son) told me Taylor FORGOT to list his mother.”
Forgot? Am I not the person driving him to school everyday? Making sure his homework is done? Picking him up from chess? Forcing him to attend the ceremony? (While wearing a tie, no less!)
FEEDING? CLOTHING? and PROVIDING SHELTER?!!!
And there is that whole “having given birth” to him business, too! Plus breastfeeding, waking up with him EVERY NIGHT for two plus years, changing his diaper, for longer than he would care for anyone to know! (3+ years of that, seriously!)
Today I also found out that Taylor not listing his mother was a topic of much conversation at the practice. Other kids noticed and mentioned it to their parents (who mentioned it to me at work today). Taylor could have easily requested a correction during the practice, but did not.
And Taylor didn’t think to mention any of this to me before the ceremony. So I was totally blindsided.
And left feeling bewildered and upset.
Partially from embarrassment, because I am sure the other parents in this small town are wondering WTF is up, that Taylor would choose NOT to list his mother, but mainly I’m left wondering if my child is just truly terribly thoughtless or if he really is that big of a jackelope.