Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Rocking it out with Jag 4
Last night, my family was invited to a very sneak preview of an up and coming rock band. Their world premiere isn't until Friday but as groupies (that would be friends, family and neighbors) we were treated to their last rehearsal of their original composition. They worked it out. Jag 4 rules.
After the concert, I crawled around for two hours on a gymnasium floor with other moms, making huge paper murals to be hung in two days for the eighth grade dance. Why kids this age have been excused from planning and decorating their own dance eludes me. My knees say it's a bad policy. I'm told the parents "throw the party to celebrate the kids and their accomplishments." Because they finished their last year of middle school? The parents, that being five or six of us in total "celebrating" 150 kids? As a beloved teacher has said repeatedly to her students, "Really, folks? ". This is an event for young and pliant joints to plan and execute.
The last few weeks of school. Nobody in my house knows what they need right now, including me. Screaming lyrics about a boy and his dog into a microphone might actually feel like a good release. A quantity vs. quality time of the year for parents. Everything feels last minute and crisis averting, from studying for finals to getting ready for band concerts, dances and banquets. It could just be girls, but I believe the colic returns in adolescence. The arsenic hours from 3-5pm daily....crying, writhing, physical and mental discomfort, parents at their wits' end. Food doesn't help. Soothing doesn't help. Reasoning certainly doesn't help.
I have a fantasy of reinstituting the double stroller and the nap. Strapping Ally in the minute she walks in the door in the afternoon and before she can unleash her fury, giving her a Sippy cup and a baggie of goldfish and taking a long walk down to the high school to pick up Olivia. I can push them through the neighborhood while their complaints get lost on the wind. I used to push faster and faster until the pull of the Gs on their faces was too much for them and they fell asleep. Some parental strategies need retooling as kids grow up. Keep them moving to avoid the screaming.
I think managing a rock band comprised of second graders could be a welcome distraction for me right now and I might see about hitching my wagon to their rising star.
New challenges will present themselves once school is out and the Den of Slack opens. But we are ready for this school year to be done. It has felt like two years in one.