Today was a gorgeous day in Shelburne VT. I “got” to spend the afternoon at Shelburne Farms watching my five year old dance around a May pole. Despite the fact that the school event was from 1:30-3:00 on a Monday afternoon 75% of the kids had parents in attendance.
The event had just the right amount of organization, and a good snack. All should have been great. Yet…watching 5 classes wind the may pole to the same 2 songs, then 4 of the 5 classes unwind the may pole to reset for the next class had my skin crawling. There is no reason for my reaction. I just am missing some sort of parental instinct that has me enjoy performances.
Holiday concerts, sports practices, endless star wars reenactments. They all leave me checking my watch, twitching like someone coming off of something.
I took some pictures because thats what the other parents did. I watched my five year old flirt with third grade girls and felt afraid of the future, but mostly I just felt like a strange imposter mom. One who wanted to be inside on this beautiful May day.
Just when my guilt was reaching its peak Leo turned to me and asked. “When can we go?” “How about right now?” I answered. “Great” he said, and walked away from May day. I took his hand and we asked his teacher if we could leave. Everyone else was playing. She looked and me and said “I thought thats what people would do when the performance was over.” Maybe I am reaching here…but perhaps I wasn’t the only one wanting to get away from May Day.