By Zerline Hughes
When he saw it, his actual first thought was a genuine, “Oh, cool!”
We both know his sister would have responded 100 percent differently. He imitates her, says her first thought would have been, “Oh no, why me?”
Lemme explain … My son is actually quite accepting of me hanging around him. He doesn’t shoo me away, nor does he give me directives on where to pick him up at school for fear of his friends seeing me. I can be spotted at the kids’ school any day, any time. That’s one of the reasons I decided to try my hand at being a consultant – so I could have more control of my schedule and be more involved with and available to my children. And I am.
I just never thought that I was so hands on and involved that my son and I would be in his school’s yearbook in a photo together. Gasp. It’s a photo of us, mind you, during a weekend Homecoming celebration that families were invited to. We’re taking a selfie with the school mascot and the featured photo captures us posing together.
On the one hand, it’s cute, fun, sweet. On the other, I wonder if it’s overkill. I mean, he is an 8th grader — ahem now, officially, a ninth grader — and he’s pictured in the yearbook with his momma! Are his friends thinking, “she’s always around,” or “why in the world is his mom in the student year book?” or “what a momma’s boy!”
But heck, he’s lucky to have involved parents. Lucky to have a mom who can be at his school for most every sport, special event, meeting, performance. He’s lucky to have a mom that thinks she’s cool enough to even be on the campus often enough, so as not to embarrass him. And lemme tell you, I felt like I was back in junior high or high school, making the pages of my own yearbook with an actual good looking photo.
OK, So after writing this out, I’m over it. That was easy. If it were his sister, we’d all be rubbing it in, making it even worse for her. I’d also possibly be consoling her through the difficult time. She actually said if it was a photo of me and her, she’d tear the page out of the yearbook. (Sheesh – she’s tough.) Though she’s younger, she’s so much more mature – or with something like this, much more affected.
So, for now, I’ll enjoy this time where I don’t yet embarrass my son to the point of him shooing me away — or doesn’t care that we’re featured in his school yearbook photo together.
But, now that he’s a ninth grader, I’ll do my best to back off … just a little bit.