Living Through my Son(s) (& Failing)

I’m not going to force my children to play sports that they don’t like or endure lessons that they loathe. In fact, I’ll even force myself to endure sports that I don’t care for (basketball: the squeaking shoes kill me) if they decide that’s something they wish to persue. I’m not going to be that Mom that lives through my children.

Well, almost.

Today is BigBrother’s first “harvest” party at preschool. They are decorating treat bags for candy and the note said that they were allowed to bring in candy to give to the other kids. Can I tell you how excited I got? His first little party! How fun! I bought some lollipops, some smarties and some bite size chocolate.

And then I bought those little Halloween baggies that you put the candy in and fold over the top. Not because I wanted to be organized. (Though, that happened.) Not because I thought they were cute. (Though, they were.) The real reason? I always wanted to be the kid who took a little baggie of candy for a holiday party to school. And I never was. But now I am! Kind of.

No slight to my Mom. I just never took the little baggie of candy. And I always wanted to. Because I remember receiving those little baggies of candy and thinking that the kid giving it to me was the coolest. kid. EVER! Don’t misconstrue my desire to give baggies of candy as a need for my child to be popular. Most likely, with the rules we’ll have in our house later in life, he really won’t get to be that popular kid. But as the kid who never quite fit in, well, maybe some of that is there. Who knows. He does already have friends in his class, for which I am grateful, even if one did teach him how to spit. (Seriously.) I shouldn’t worry. He’s a likable kid, really, if just a little bit too loud. All the same, I sent him with little baggies of candy.Very simple ones: two suckers, two smarties and one bite-size chocolate with a page of stickers. Win, right?!

I felt like Super Mom! SEE?!


Apparently times have changed since I was in candy-giving-ages school. Because, dang. Not only did almost every kid have a baggie of candy to give but they were overflowing full. No stickers holding the fold over top closed on theirs (and, thus, not very organized!). But one mom even made monster-shaped chocolate-suckers with faces and everything. I wish I was joking. Suddenly my baggies didn’t seem so awesome. They looked kind of plain. And boring. Like the single pieces of candy my Mom used to send me with back in the day.

And I’ve failed again as a preschool mother.


Chances are, at this age, BigBrother isn’t going to notice. Chances are that even next year, I’m not going to get any fancier or put any more candy in the baggies. (Remember? I’m not crafty. Making chocolate-suckers with monster faces is so beyond me that I can’t even comprehend how you would start.) Chances are that someday one or both of my kids will complain that what they took to school was boring. Chances are that they’ll live. Right?

Chances are I’m going to eat a chocolate-sucker with a monster face after BigBrother goes to sleep tonight. Well, to be honest, that’s a definite.

Be safe if you’re trick-or-treating tonight! And/or tomorrow. Just be safe.


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8 Replies to “Living Through my Son(s) (& Failing)”

  1. Aww, too cute! Glad you had fun with the bags. :c)

    But man, over-the-top parents like that drive me crazy. Especially when, as it’s always been in our schools, parents are specifically told NOT to send in treats for parties. (In our preschool, a couple parents get assigned to take care of the party treats in lieu of their snack day that month…in elementary the teachers take care of it).

    So one preschool year for Kelsey I was assigned Halloween, and I made cute treat bags and cookies. The other Mom and I showed up with all our cute little Halloween stuff all excited…but of course, the hyper-parents had sent in much more elaborate, super cool things WHEN THEY WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO! Argh. And it happens at EVERY. SINGLE. PARTY. EVERY. SINGLE. YEAR. It drives me CRAZY, because those of us who are actually, ya know, following the teacher’s directions (imagine that) end up looking like the jerkheads.

  2. I remember the days…so cute. (And kudos to you on the non forcing of sports. My oldest son is NOT an athletic kid. We tried soccer, hockey, etc. Its just not him. I refused to force it. I get annoyed when people question why he is not playing sports. Um, cuz he doesnt WANT TO!!) Off I got to read 8 things about polish americans on your share list….LOL. Caught my eye being Polish and all.

  3. Let me spin this the way I see it, if you don’t mind. Parents today have gotten WAY carried away with trying to outdo one another. You, my friend, rock for keeping things reasonably under control.

  4. Last Tuesday was my sons preschool fall party and he was sick so he missed the whole thing. He was feeling better so he got to go today and he came home with all the baggies the other Mothers had made. He missed out on his first party and didn’t get to take any bags.

  5. I love your bags. They were PERFECT. Our pre-school just asked for kids to bring contributions for the bags and they poured them into two giant bowls. The kids decorated their own paper sacks and filled them with candy from the bowls. Honestly though, I don’t think that the kids care one way or another what the bags look like etc. or whose mom/dad is cooler (only the parents care about that stuff). They just care that they got something! I’m boring… I sent in a bag of organic pretzels and some carrots for his party while all the rest of the parents brought chips and cupcakes.

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