Nobody told me!

When I was in church as a teenager, I remember lessons on motherhood. How it was a grand calling from on high. How we receive these precious spirits from heaven. How we are responsible for teaching these innocent pure gifts. Don't get me wrong, I totally believe all those things......I'm just saying that nobody told me the rest of the story. I feel a little duped. There was never a lesson in church about days like yesterday.

7:35 a.m. put the kids on the bus
7:36 a.m. happy dance at the glorious silence
7:40 a.m. call from Kassidy. she got punched in the nose on the bus. popped out both her lenses and she is in tears.
7:45 a.m. pull on jeans and a t-shirt pull hair back in pony go to the school

At this point in the story I feel obligated to say that Kassidy was punched in the nose by Kort. They seriously have a 3 and a half minute bus ride and they can't contain themselves?!? I go pull Kort out of class and ask him about the situation. Needless to say Kass had started it, but still. So I drag Kort down to the lunch room where Kass was finishing her breakfast. Apparently I was a tiny bit miffed because the lunch lady took one look at me and the death grip I had on Kort's neck and she said, " We will give you guys some privacy." The lunch lady and five other students file out into the hall. I tell Kort to apologize to Kass. He mutters a very insincere 'Sorry' . "What else do you have to say to Kass?", I ask. Kort looks at me, not knowing what I meant. I say, "Tell Kass that nothing deserves a punch in the nose." At this point with a gathering group of hungry children and a fabulous lunch lady waiting for us in the hall, Kort folds his arms and looks at me over the top of his glasses and mutters, " I ain't saying that!" Bascuse me? "Say it!", I reply. "No.", is the answer I get. For a split second I think, "Oh crap, I am not going to be able to make him say it!" I then mentally gather myself and hiss at him, "Oh yes you will!!!" A quiet hiss so that the growing audience in the hallway won't here me. Finally I was the winner, but now I have two children in tears in the school lunchroom. I take Kort out in the hallway and thank the lunch lady for the 'privacy'. I take him to a corner to talk him down. We wash his face and calm him for class. I send him back in and start to walk out the car. When I see the adorable lunch lady poke her head into the hallway and say, "You are a good mom, Penny!" I love lunch ladies!!!!!

So back to my original point. Never a motherhood lesson for this, but maybe there should be. Motherhood is not all flowers on the tables and love and sweetness. Sometimes its violence, embarrassment and no makeup in public. But I'm pretty sure that the ugly moments are just as important as the pretty ones. Well, I'm hoping!!!!