on relationships and subtext

The Kidling, as you know (unless you have been living under a rock), is in kindergarten.


My darling, sassy, precocious, obstinate school-age kidling has several older friends with whom she regularly plays at recess.

Sidebar. Did you play with big kids during recess when you were a child? Because I most certainly did not. I lived in a strictly grade-divided time. The big kids picked on the little kids, the little kids cried, end of story. There was no “playing with” or “having fun” going on. Pure torture was the only permissible interaction.

As I was saying: The Kidling. Big kids. Recess. I rarely get an entire story out of her, but I often get little tidbits. Last night, The Kidling started to tell me about a conversation she had with some of the big kids.

The Kidling: Owen asked me a weird question. He said “I have a weird question.” Then he said to Scott, “Should I ask her?” and Scott said, “It was your idea.”

The Mama: (waits. for, like, ever. this part of the conversation was longer than it looks. I can’t remember everything, dear readers, but I do my best)

The Kidling: Then Owen said, “Do you play Minecraft?”

The Mama: Why did he think it was a weird question?

The Kidling: Maybe he thought I would hurt him, but we don’t hurt at school.

The Mama: Well, maybe he just thought it was a strange question because he thought you wouldn’t have played Minecraft? Or maybe he thought you definitely would have played?

The Kidling: (shrugs) I can’t read his mind.

Oh, dear one. This won’t be the only time those words come out of your mouth.

About The Mamahttp://kidlingville.comProfessional talker, editor, emailer, problem solver, adjunct lecturer, blogger, and mother to the brilliantly absurd Kidling.

6 thoughts on “on relationships and subtext

  1. That’s great! It’s funny the things our little ones pick up from other kids. Yesterday, for the first time, my preschooler announced that she farted. We have avoided teaching her that word, given how much she loves potty humor. I asked her where she learned it. The playground, of course, from one of her more gaseous friends. Sigh.

  2. Relatable story for me- we, as parents, are always waiting for the next big moment to come out of their little, tiny mouths. So much so that we forget they’re just little kids with, quite honestly, little thoughts. I’ve just started blogging about teenagehood….consider taking a look at http://www.backwardparentingbybrita.com

  3. Excellent! I must admit, I do worry about how I will relate to my daughter’s school experiences – school is so…nice…these days, no one ever loses, no one bites, there’s not even any pinching!

    • Trust that there will be pain, loss, biting… Lots of it. It will be different than when we are in school, but the kids hurt. It will hurt your heart to watch.

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