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Location: Palm Beach County, Florida, United States

Recently have been told I look like Mary Ann from Gilligan's Island. I hadn't heard that in years, but that is a good place to start as to what I look like, although she had a better bod. I have three boys and have been married for 13 years. Born of a Navy family, in Hawaii, one Mom, one Dad, one sister and one brother. The eldest of three children. BS in Applied Mathematics. Consider Pensacola my home town although I moved every 2-3 years of my life growing up. Currently work in the aerospace industry in an engineering position while being a Mom. Of Celtic heritage and very proud of it.

Sunday, October 10, 2004

Potential PE Extraordinaire!

A few weeks ago, a letter came home from school asking for some Mom’s to volunteer as a PE assistant for the Kindergarten class. Now you need to know up front, that I have a saying, “Large quantities of small children scare me”. For some reason, however, I thought this sounded like fun. I figured I wouldn’t have to be asking them to be quiet, or keep their little buns in their seats, or keep their hands to themselves… they would be at PE.. OUTSIDE! Piece of cake. Then I thought, “Wow. This is going to be so much fun, playing with a bunch of kids on a field, that I’m probably only going to be able to do this once a quarter. They’ll have to rotate through all the Moms.”

Wrong-O. Two Moms volunteered. So I get every Friday, through the rest of the year, to do one class of 25. Huh.

First day was this past Friday. I show up in my running shorts and shoes, athletic sun glasses, it’s 8AM and I am.ready.to.go. I walk in and one kid says, “Hey! I know you, you’re Son#3’s Mom.” Smart kid. The whole class turns around and there is much chatter about my being there.

As we walk out I said to the PE teacher (this is her first year), “So, do you need to prepare me?” to which she responds, “Well. It is getting better. They sometimes listen now.”

In two single file lines, girls on one side and boys in the other, these little 5 year olds in their PE uniforms that are 3 sizes too big, make their way across the street, heading for the PE field. Then they all break into this little shorty leg jog. I say that because that’s all I could focus on… these little shorty legs… jogging. THEN they break out into this little Kindergarten Jody. I kid you not. I don’t know what they were singing as they were doing their little shorty leg jog, but it ended with this cheer, “We are the kindergartners couldn’t be prouder, if you can’t hear us, we’ll yell a little louder” to which they did. Three times. Good grief. What had I gotten myself into?

We ended up doing shorty leg calisthenics. Jumping jacks, shorty leg running in place, pin wheels, you name it. I’m joining in, but this whole time, I’ve been just hanging in the back, watching, absorbing, trying to figure out if I’m going to fit into this little crew of shorty legs. I needed to be more than HIS Mom. I needed to be part of this in a good way. And I didn't fit in so well in PE when I was a child. Bad memories.

There is a definitive difference between boys and girls. We are on the field and the boys are spinning around, rolling on the ground, basically acting like a bunch of puppies while the girls are in a little crowd and I hear one say, “Mrs. R (PE teacher), I need to fix my hair.” I look over and it's “Lisa who he kissed at the lite bright”. What a cute little girl she is. Brown hair and tiny, she’s a wisp of sweetness… but if she’s needing to fix her hair in PE, she must be HIGH MAINTENANCE wisp of sweetness. AND, she is wearing her hair like I wear mine when I’m out and about town… like an adult! Kindergartners are supposed to wear their hair up in pig tails or a pony tail, not in an Ivana Twist Chip Clip ‘do! Heh. Here she is, re-twisting and clipping her hair, with far more agility than I have. Scary stuff. I pray for her parents.

I have no idea what game we played. It was some childlike version of capture the flag that dealt with some stuffed animals being guarded by sharks. Half way through the class I find myself yelling at this cute little boy Frank, “Run, Frank, Run! Run like the Wind, Frank!” as he escapes with the stuffed bear and makes it to the ‘island’. By the end of the class, I’m a complete lunatic. I’m doing some stupid muppet dance with my arms flailing in the air as I’m hopping around cheering them on, helping the kids who needed just a little bit more encouragement, and I’m laughing hysterically.

Small kids crack me up.

Then as we were leaving… something odd happened. I’m still hanging in the back, keeping the stragglers in line, when a little girl I met last year in Son#3’s preschool, took my hand and said, “Can I walk with you?” Then some other little girl took the other and said, “me too.” And now I have this crowd of little girls that want to hang with me and I’m trying to figure out how to keep them all in a single line, but still let them feel like I’m walking with them.

It was so odd. It was so sweet. And I can’t wait to go back next Friday.

5 Comments:

Blogger Harvey said...

Yeah, it's cute, but I'm STILL too scarred by my days in PE hell to really enjoy it :-)

11:46 PM  
Blogger That 1 Guy said...

Little ones can be scary, but they can be alot of fun, too. I hope all your classes end up being as enjoyable!

:)

12:49 AM  
Blogger Sally said...

We're really big on "Brain Gym" over here at the moment.(In addition to regular P.E). Get them to do cross-lateral stuff. Trust me, the younger the kids, the more hysterical it'll be! I laughed myself silly watching seven year olds trying to march, whilst swinging their arms horizontally across the body. It'll make them giggle too, and it's good for them!

It's great you're doing this. Have fun!

4:17 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Now you know why TGOO and Mom want a grand daughter. You've gotten so used to the little guys that you're missing out on the sweetness of the little girls. Now, it's all up to the sperm of the man that can tolerate me. I'm sure my future husband or donor will thank you for the pressure.

Morrigan

8:44 AM  
Blogger Tammi said...

Finally! I've been trying to comment here all afternoon and it keeps timing me out! Arrggghhh.

Now, what was it I wanted to say? Oh, yeah.

I wanna play! How fun. You are the perfect example for those little girls, naturally beautiful and able to let loose and have fun too. And I see lots of little boys having their first crushes! :)

8:24 PM  

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