T. Cal will have his first field trip tomorrow. I got the notice on Monday when he came home from school. It is toy week at Kreş, so they are going to the Toy Museum.
I looked at the permission slip and signed it, but as I was signing it, it felt strange. Who am I to decide it is safe for him to go? Was I supposed to forge my mom's signature or ask someone if it was okay that he go?
I guess not. I guess I am that person now. I guess I should expect him to learn to forge my signature now.
I am still not sure, so I am going as a chaperon.
Isn't it bizarre to be "the mom." I so often think, "I'm not grown up enough to be doing this."
ReplyDeleteYes. It is a weird feeling. And yesterday I got the notice for parent-teacher conferences. Yikes! Am I already there too??
ReplyDeleteHave fun on the trip though!
ENJOY!
ReplyDeleteI still wish I could be the one telling my 2 oldest if they could go or do something. Dang it if they aren't old enough to make their own decisions! I would give anything to be back in that "Wow, am I really the mom?" stage!
ReplyDeleteLove it while you can!
Now that Alex is four, I ask HIM permission to do things: "Alex, do you mind if go out with my friends tonight? How about if I spend your college money on a jet ski?"
ReplyDeleteAt least Calvin isn't going to the broken glass and rusty syringe museum-- I would never let my kid go on that trip, but the Toy Museum sounds pretty innocuous.