I hit the add new post button, created the back link for this writing prompt and promptly walked away from it to go to school to watch Morgan perform a theatre production that the kids wrote in school. I was thinking about Morgan and seriousness while I was getting ready to go to school. We had parent teacher conferences 2 weeks ago. Every one of Morgan’s teachers raved about her dedication and her commitment to school and how well she’s doing. This is the fourth year in a row where the conferences are everything that we want them to be. She’s doing well and enjoying school. She’s helpful and articulate when she speaks.
That ‘when she speaks’ phrase really threw Andy for a loop. After all, Morgan is a chatterbox at home. He was really confused, but I wasn’t. I was a very good student and answered all questions when asked, but I didn’t interject opinions into a discussion until I got to high school. She’s gone from being too talkative in class like Andy to being too quiet in class like me.
Obviously this is a phase that she will outgrow like the too talkative at school phase that came before this one or the I refuse to do homework phase that proceeded the too talkative phase. We were assured that she was very serious about her school work, and I cringed a little. As a parent, you want the best for your kids, and you want them to have the best of you and your partners characteristics. You don’t want to make the same mistakes that your parents made, and you definitely don’t want your kids to pick up your bad habits which brings us back to that word serious.
Oh, yeah, I’m too serious. If I had a dollar for every time that I’ve been told I’m an old soul, I could fill a hot tub with them. Stick in the mud was a fun refrain from the cousins, too. Too planned and prepared might have been mentioned a time or two. Maybe I’ve made my only child too serious.
So I was mulling it over when I got to school especially since the students were still setting up. We parents just got to sit back and watch all of their efforts and hard work. Morgan and her team were putting on a play about Flight United 93. The next team would be performing the Titanic, so both teams had serious topics based on real events.
I was feeling grateful that I could be there while watching Morgan run around helping put props here and there. She was laughing and smiling and having a good time. She got serious when the play started and all the way through it. Then she was back to being a lovable goof ball once it was over.
She really is the best of myself and Andy with a fire and dedication that is all her own. She’s on the cusp of being a teenager, but you can still get glimpses of the remarkable woman that she is growing up to be. Today showed me that she works hard but that she has also already learned how to play hard. I have to quit being so serious and have a little more faith in my kid. She’s better than what we were. We’re lucky to have such a good kid, seriously.