“So, did I tell you about the pot today?” asked our 5th grader at dinner.
Angela and I did the confirmative look at each other to assure that we correctly heard what we had unquestionably just heard from our child. I then carefully crafted, probably my most nonchalant & emotion-less, “No. What happened?”
What followed was an innocent story about a creative, pottery piece in art class.
We often complicate things as parents or assume the worst.
Sometimes a pot is just a pot and a 5th grader should just be a 5th grader.
So true… I think we’re so determined to be SO tuned in to their every word – ready to attack whatever tween/teen monster is lurking there, that we sometimes expect big, complex things and in the end… it’s just a pot.
Who knew we would become that parent?! I sure didn’t. But it is comical/refreshing when we catch ourselves in the act.
I know they grow up fast, but let’s enjoy the now while we can. Thanks for commenting Kristen.