This is a convo that I had, the other day, with my 13 year old…
So, let’s pretend….
You were a mom of an elementary school aged boy.
You get all excited because it is a local church’s Bible School and this boy wants to go.
Let’s say you forgot about VBS, so no one went on Monday, yet you remember on Tuesday and all goes well.
Let’s say again, that you took said boy on Wednesday and when you went to pick said boy up, you quietly observe his interaction with his teacher, whom you do not know.
As you quietly observe, you see your son “flip” his teacher the bird. Not once, not twice, but three times.
Possibly, because we are pretending here, you feel your blood pressure rising and you *try* to get to your son as quickly as possible….all the while, you are feeling like you are in the Matrix and you are moving in slow motion. As you are moving, your eyes are on his “bird” finger and it, in slow motion, continues to move up and down at the teacher while the other children look on in horror. HORROR.
As your slow-motion body gets to your child, you see that “look” on the teacher’s face. That look that says “oh, my, goodness….this kid is driving me nuts and I have to put a happy face on because this child’s mother is standing before me and I have to seem like I am enjoying his presence when I really just want her to take this child home and never return.” Seriously, anyone who has worked with kids knows that look because we have all given it. Now, the tables are turned and it is *your* child (pretending…glorified mind).
Once home, you ask said child why they would continually stick out their middle finger when the teacher told them that that was not appropriate behaviour and that he really must stop.
Child’s answer? “I don’t know.”
What would you do?
What would I do, you ask? I would call my mama and ask her advice. Then, I would drink a large coke.