My 2 older kids go to public elementary school in NYC. It was just decided tonight that as of September, students will be wearing uniforms to school (style and color TBD). I am not happy - I am not a fan of uniforms, particularly in public school, particularly in GRADE school. But here in NYC, all schools have the right to adopt such a policy.
My son, who is going into 6th grade (and will graduate in a year) is excited about it. My daughter, entering 2nd grade, is not. I don't know how much of that opinion is truly hers, and how much of it was influenced by my rants and complaints in the weeks leading up to this decision. I let both kids know that if they choose to opt out, I will stand behind them. But I also said that if they want to feel like part of the "team" (the principal claims this will foster unity and school spirit) then they should go ahead and enjoy it. I am trying to be objective, particularly since my husband is the PTA Co-President... but ugh. Ugh ugh ugh.
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Monday, June 21, 2010
Ugh
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Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Bad Mom, June 2010 (with prior offenses)
Out in the little park, my kids playing contentedly... until one (or all) decide they are thirsty or hungry. Sometimes this happens on its own, sometimes it is when another mom pulls out the snacks and drinks. It happens even if they've just eaten in the apartment. It always leaves me feeling like a terrible mom for not carrying appropriate stocks of water, juice boxes, granola bars, or other munchies. (I first noticed this a lot when I was on maternity leave 3 years ago in the heat of the summer, but I guess I still haven't learned to be prepared.) Sometimes the other moms will share, but that only makes me feel worse.
The other day when my daughter started up, I told her that when I was a kid, my mom would routinely send us OUT to play. For hours. Without snacks. If we wanted a drink we would find a garden hose. I realize times have changed and I would not allow my 7 & 10 year olds (much less a 3 year old) to roam the neighborhood all day, but still. Am I really supposed to carry snacks with me everywhere I go?
The other day when my daughter started up, I told her that when I was a kid, my mom would routinely send us OUT to play. For hours. Without snacks. If we wanted a drink we would find a garden hose. I realize times have changed and I would not allow my 7 & 10 year olds (much less a 3 year old) to roam the neighborhood all day, but still. Am I really supposed to carry snacks with me everywhere I go?
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