Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


Battle of the bands

I can't decide which song is better for my mood:

Barry Manilow's "Looks Like We Made it" or Gloria Gaynor's "I Will Survive."

But, I made it through the sixth-grade orientation today for Pickle. Ok, I say that only half-jokingly. I was a wreck the whole four hours he was there. I worried and worried. I tried to stay busy, but having a kid with "issues" makes you weak in the knees when you can't be there to protect him.

The idea for the orientation is a peer-led meeting with eighth-graders taking on small groups (sort of like Baylor's Welcome Week waaaaay back when I was a college freshman. We had min-con groups with upper classmen showing us the ropes.) So, he was going on a tour of the school and learning all about things like lunch and ID badges, etc. They played games and got to know other sixth-graders with fun stuff going on.

Fun. Except for me, it was four hours of pure hell.

It started off with a loud gym pumping Space Jam and other bubblegum pop music REALLY loudly and all the kids shoved in there on the bleachers. My son hates large crowds and loud noises, so I'm already worried. He has a hard time relating to kids his own age. So, I'm fretting even more that he will be left to their devices. What if he freaks out? I'm ready to gnaw off my arm before noon rolls around. So, I go to pick him up and the crowd of sixth-graders disperses into the school hallways and I can't find my boy. I'm trying not to panic, but I worry. What if he left early and someone snatched him? What if some mean kid had him cornered? What if he was scared and looking for me? What if? What if? What if?

I run into several boys I know. None of them had seen him. I run into moms and dads I know. Nope, nada. So, I continue to freak and then I see him rounding a hallway and I yell to him. He bebops happily around the corner and shoves a handful of papers my way and tells me he's hungry.


Good thing I was so worried and all. Then, it hit me: he is growing up and maturing. Yeah, a kid told him he's weird. But, he blew him off. He was fine. He didn't freak out. He didn't *gasp* need me. He did OK.

This poor kid is my first. My oldest, yet my baby. He's fragile, yet getting stronger. He is learning coping methods and moving forward. Maybe middle school won't be so bad after all - for both of us.

The Barry Manilow song wins out.


  • At 5:27 PM, August 11, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    He will be alright. I think he's ready. :) You will be ok too!

  • At 5:31 PM, August 11, 2006, Blogger Uzz said…

    I think he will do well...yeah...he is an oddball like his father, but I turned out alright..........mostly.

    Don't feel bad...I felt the same way, but thankfully waiting for Kay Bailey to show up kept my mind off it. He has said very little about school today...and that is a good sign!!!

  • At 5:56 PM, August 11, 2006, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    I met the new teacher. She is no MOT, but she seems ok. I just hope she is mean enough not to let him run her over.

    She seemed shocked when I told her that he'd try to take over and bully her. She said "That child?" and smiled.

    Little does she know the power of the Pickle. The dark side is strong in this one.

  • At 7:20 PM, August 11, 2006, Blogger Uzz said…

    Yeah...I was afraid of that...he looks so innocent and that smile is almost lethal...but he can manipulate 90 percent of some jedi mind trick. When we go to events, I tell him to not ask for anything from anyone, but somehow he manages to smile at someone and they come talk to him and then ASK HIM if they can get him something...the kid is good.

  • At 7:21 PM, August 11, 2006, Blogger Uzz said…

    oh yeah...NO ONE could ever replace our M.O.T.!!!

  • At 10:05 PM, August 11, 2006, Blogger Rachelle Jones said…


    I am reading this, and completely undersatnd your panic....

    I do.

    Our achilles tendon.

    I get this I REALLY DO.

    I have a similar child.

    It breaks my heart......but when it works, and when he is great, ahhhhhhhh

  • At 10:58 PM, August 11, 2006, Blogger Jenny said…

    Do we moms ever get to the point where we don't worry so much? I doubt it. I think it's our curse. My oldest starts Jr High and I am a mess!


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