Before y’all counseled me to ix-nay the pro-school campaign, Sadie and I played a lot of school. I considered it a step up from playing Mommy and Doggie, where I always had to be the dog.
On the rare occasion the Sadie let me be the teacher, I thoroughly embraced my role. I used a sweet voice to welcome all my students (Sadie, Simon, and various stuffed animals). I offered “lessons” in reading and healthy living. On ambitious mornings, I made lesson plans for circle time and got up early to bake nutritious snacks.
Once we did a segment called, “Summer Vacation,” where I asked my two students capable of speech what they did for summer vacation.
Sadie’s answer every single time?
“I went with my mommy and daddy to Costco.”
As her teacher, I thought that was cute and honest.
As her mother, I felt a little sad for a kid whose big summer trip was to the neighborhood wholesale store. No doubt other kids will have tales of lake houses and tea parties at Disney World.
And that’s why I planned a last minute road trip to Wisconsin. Because of an imaginary conversation I pictured Sadie having at school where she truthfully explained that her family’s idea of a trip is utterly devoid of adventure and somewhat of a conversation stopper.