Why do we even bother?

After a particularly busy weekend, I was relieved to ship the kids off to school this morning. But the respite was brief, as we spent the afternoon and early evening running from piano practice to soccer, to the other soccer field, to the playground.

As I pushed Reid on the swings, I finally had a chance to ask Aidan how kindergarten treated him today. He said he had a great day. I asked what his favorite thing was and he replied that it was when each child took a turn telling the class what they did over the weekend.

Oh, wow. Mentally I flashed over the events of Aidan’s weekend. On Friday he had swim team practice, followed by a movie at home. On Saturday he scored a goal in his soccer game, then spent the night at his Grammy’s house as a special late-birthday celebration. Said celebration involved ice cream from Cold Stone Creamery, pizza, fudgsicles and something called chocolate lava cake. On Sunday our whole family went to a local orchard and picked apples. Then Aidan ran in a cross-country invitational and placed second in his age group.

I wondered which of these special activities he would have chosen to share with his class.

“What did you say on your turn?”

“I said I just sat around and played video games.”

2 thoughts on “Why do we even bother?

  1. HA! We had the same thing happen to us. Last year over the summer the girls went four wheeling in the mountains, boating in FL, spent a week with their grandparents being spoiled, went to cheer camp, dance camp, gymnastics, and numerous other events. When asked by her first grade teacher how she spent her summer, Cat replied, “We watched a lot of TV.” I nearly died of disgust.