Last week I went on a field trip with my daughter’s first grade class. I expected to share knowing looks with other mothers, joke about our chaperone duties and and do our best to get a bunch of six year olds to appreciate live classical music. I didn’t expect to to be reminded of an important parenting lesson by someone else’s child.
From the moment the groups were assigned and I went to collect snacks and label them with each child’s name I already had a feel for the breakdown of my group. I had my daughter, generally a rule follower, 170% better behaved for anyone else’s parents. Typical. Another little girl who was sweet and soft spoken. A little boy I knew from kindergarten, a conversationalist. Another little boy who was excited and maybe a bit prone to wandering. And then there was the wild child.