This morning, I was frustrated with my Kindergarten-age son.
He showed me a large poster sheet that was filled with questions for him to fill out.
Awesome. Looks like fun.
He’s supposed to tape photos of himself and of his family, as well as answering a series of questions about himself.
Super. Can’t wait. … uh. Wait a minute.
“When does it need to be done?” I asked while still multitasking on my daughter’s hair.
“Any day,” he responded.
OK … it must be for a project in a week or two. I’ll get more details later. Cool.
(To be honest, the deadline sounded ‘cool,’ because I imagined it being something my wife would work on with him some evening this week.)
But then minutes later he brought me another piece of paper that read something to the affect of …
“Congratulations! Tyler is the student of the week! Fill out the paper and return it on Monday ……. “
Arrgh! That’s today. And there are lots of questions there.
And – worst of all – it’s a really big deal to him
Yeah, I know. I should have looked in his backpack on Friday. But I was still frustrated. I sat him down to fill out the large sheet of paper and proceeded to look for photos. (Photos, by the way, that we don’t have. It’s a digital world. We don’t have many photos you can actually hold.)
In the end, we were 40 minutes late today. It was frustrating. What should have been a fun project was instead a stressful project.
My older son was bossy about the way my Kindergartner wrote. My younger daughter didn’t like her shoes. I couldn’t find the scissors. I cut myself on a kitchen knife (don’t ask). And where do we keep the tape, anyway?
The sheet about Tyler looked like it was put together by a 5-year-old and a parent who didn’t have much time to help.
It looked that way because that’s what it was. And, I must admit, I wasn’t a very nice father about the whole ordeal. I feel a bit bad about not being able to enjoy that “Student of the Week” project.
But it will go down as another memory of the hectic life of having three children. I could have done better. Hopefully, the third child will see the benefit of all the lessons I’ve learned.
The featured story on NewsOK this morning was an nDepth: Stories of the Ages piece written by Bryan Painter’s about the Book of Ages at Children’s Hospital at OU Medical Center.
This video says it all.
So after work today, I’ll make sure to be an “organized evening” father to make up for “wild, running-around-looking-for-a-pair-of-scissors in the morning” father. I’ll gladly hear about everything that being a ‘student of the week’ means.
After all, it’s OK being a little late for work now and again. I’ll take that inconvenience any day compared to the struggles inside the Book of Hope.