Last week I had the pleasure of spending 3 days traveling to Northern California with my son and his 4th grade class. Let’s clarify here: “pleasure” is subjective. What is “pleasurable” to one person might be excruciating to another. I think I fall somewhere in the middle with a slight lean to one side on the pleasure continuum. I’ll let you guess which side.
While enjoying the all that Sacramento and San Fransisco have to share we walked the Golden Gate Bridge, panned for gold in the American River and were given a tour of the State Capitol by our local Assemblyman! Did you know this kind of capitol is spelled with an “o” and not an “a”? Definitely an educational trip. For me, at least. Now if only someone explained when to use effect vs. affect…
Although pleased to learn that Ronald Regan was the man who rocketed the Jelly Belly into stardom, gold still remains in the American River and anyone can hop in and start panning, and in just this year someone attempted to steal the original Golden Spike…It was the hours spent with 27 4th graders on an airplane, in a bus, and at a hotel where I was really educated.
10 Things I Learned Spending 4,197 Consecutive Minutes with My 10 year Old
1. As much as things change, they always stay the same. We might be staying in a hotel 504 miles from home but a 10 year old will still leave each and every personal item spread across every surface of the room.
2. Parenting a 10 year old is a sensory experience:
Sight: They will engage you in conversation that you desperately try to follow while attempting to
ignore the extremely large glob of ketchup on their face.
Touch: They have no concept of personal space. They are continually touching you, walking into
you because they can not walk in a straight line, or blocking your view from anything you’d
like to see.
Smell: 3 words no one wants to hear on a bus full of kids “Pull my finger.” No further explanation
Sound: Does anyone have an inside voice anymore?
Taste: They will put just about anything in their mouths to impress their friends. Then they’ll
smile sweetly and politely ask if you want some. My son sampled all the gross jelly beans at
the Jelly Belly Factory: barf, skunk spray, booger, baby wipe and yes, even canned dog food.
3. A 10 year old is a walking contradiction. They know everything and need no input from their mothers until they suddenly know nothing and want their mothers to do everything.
“Honey, why don’t you put your shoes over there so they don’t get lost.”
“I know mom. I don’t need your help!” (Is there an exasperated font?)
“Mooommmm! I can’t tie my shoe. Can you do it for me?”
“Wait, I thought you didn’t need my help?” (Insert sarcasm font?)
4. The energy of a 10 year old never ever wanes. The energy level of his mother, however, does.
5. 10 year olds and their parents seem to be caught in a vicious cycle. They want to be left alone, be more independent and nagged less. Then they do stupid shit that forces us to not leave them alone, pull back on the independence and nag them. They get frustrated and do more stupid shit… forcing us to leave them alone even less, take away more of their independence and increase the nag factor. They in turn get more frustrated…. See where I’m going here?
6. 10 year olds seem to be physically incapable of blowing their noses and will snort snot until it shoots literally into their brains before they will ever grab a Kleenex. Mothers seem to be physically incapable of ignoring the constant sniff, sniff, snort and will repeat ad nauseum “Blow your nose. Blow your nose.”
7. Life would be easier if all 10 year olds were perpetually hooked up to a feeding tube. They’d be pleasantly full and we’d be spared the task of feeding them every 52 minutes.
8. 10 year olds want to complain about everything, while simultaneously arguing with any suggestion you make to solve the problem.
“My feet hurt.”
“Why don’t you sit down.”
“But I wanted to go in that store over there.”
“OK, then go in that store over there.”
“But my feet hurt.”
“What would you like me to do?”
“I don’t know. But my feet hurt.”
“Why don’t you just tell me what you’d like me to say here.”
9. In 4 years, when your class goes to Washington D.C. and New York for the 9 day study trip… I’m sending your father.
10. 10 year olds are like a bag of assorted Jelly Belly jelly beans- some sweet, some sour, some a unique combination of flavors and colors, some downright gross… But when you find some in the bottom of your purse… Wait, that’s not right. When you invest in a bag, you always get your money’s worth and they definitely bring a smile to your face. (Well, except for the canned dog food flavored ones. Those just make the whole bus to stink and force you to barf in your mouth a little, so just toss those out.)
You can learn a lot spending 4,197 consecutive minutes with your kid.
That’s just my normal.
**Thanks for being patient while I’ve been MIA for the past month. I appreciate you sweet people who have messaged me asking for your dose of “normal.” Lately my “normal” is to suddenly realize it’s 10 p.m. and I have no idea where the day went! Oh and a severe case of writer’s block;)**
Carrie's Just Mildly Medicated says
Why is it 10 year old boys specifically cannot just walk? Mine is forever bumping into me or running over his 5 year old sister.
When I say “Watching it babe, you’re going to crush your sister!”
I get thing lost puppy face of “What, I didn’t see her.”
Then it’s my turn with the mom line of “Well hon, open your eyes”
the Just Mildly Medicate gal 😉
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I started thinking, “Oh my 11 year old totally does 4–I’m totally leaving a comment on this…” and then I started realizing that it was 2, 5, wait and 3, and that…and that…and yep! THEY ALL DO ALL THESE THINGS AND WTF? Number 5, however, is particularly true. You want me to treat you like a “teenager” (which is what my kids says) and give you all kinds of freedom, and yet I can’t leave you alone with your brother for six minutes because you start taunting him and he threatens to beat the crap out of you. So, you act like a little kid, I have to treat you like a little kid. Act like a big kid, and I can treat you that way.
in pursuit says
JMM, I know you’d relate since you’ve got on close to his age!!
in pursuit says
EXACTLY qwertygirl!! They never seem to feel as strongly about HOW to get what they want as they feel about WHAT it is they want!! Always glad to hear that it’s not just my kid. Oh and the taunting… I COMPETELY get you on that one! They taunting drives me insane!!