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Tuesday, February 9, 2010
How to play hookie from school … in Kindergarten
I had another “helicopter mom” moment. This one had nothing to do with bullies, but I think the end result - unfortunately - was my son learning to play hookie from school.
It all began on a wintery morning … My husband was taking Noah out to meet the bus when he realized it was already waiting at the end of the driveway. He took Noah’s hand and quickly headed down the driveway when - splat! - they both hit a patch of black ice and fell smack on their backsides.
My husband hobbled in the door, soaked from the fall. “Noah hit his head,” he informed me.
“How hard?” I asked.
He wasn’t sure since he’d wiped out, too, but Noah had shed a few tears. Still though, my little man got on the bus.
My engine started humming … “What if he has a concussion?”
My chopper blades began whirling, I lifted off the helipad and headed for the phone.
“Noah fell on the driveway. He hit his head and we aren’t sure he’s ok,” I told Sue in the school office.
She made sure Noah’s teacher and the school nurse both knew what had happened - just incase.
An hour later the phone rang. It was the school nurse.
“Noah’s in the clinic. He says he has a headache and feels dizzy.”
Initially, I thought, “Oh-no!”
Then I remembered that my son has a tendency to be a bit … well, dramatic.
Not to mention, if I recall correctly, getting sent to the clinic for an injury is “cool” when you’re six.
Of course, the school did the responsible thing - he may very well have been hurt. And I, after all, had called and asked them to please keep an eye on him.
My husband went to pick him up.
Upon his return home, Noah, promptly dumped his back pack and made way to the couch - not to rest - but to play a video game.
“Uhm, excuse me, I thought you had a headache?” I said.
“I do,” he said pointing to his forehead (mind you, he fell backwards). “But, not all the time.”
I had to laugh.
I’d been duped into a long weekend - by a child who eagerly goes to school - and it was most likely my own doing.
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