During the first week and a half of school, it seemed that my boys were running a relay of tantrums and meltdowns. As soon as one recovered from whatever angst he was experiencing, he passed the baton, and the next one took off.
“I have no friends in my classes!” He does.
“I don’t know why I am doing soccer! I hate soccer!” He has a blast.
“I am not doing Lego League!” This is his third year. He loves it, and more of his friends are doing it than ever before.
“I heard someone behind me in line say I was useless!” Unwilling to put a name to the voice.
“I only touched the ball once for all of recess! And it was a punt. It wasn’t even a good punt!” Can they please ban playground football?
Each of these and other statements spiraled down into two hours of tears, moping, glares, stomping feet or refusals to talk. And the fights that such moods triggered between them… Seriously?! Then yesterday, thank goodness, the world shifted back onto its usually peaceful, happy axis.
“I got a 100 on my math quiz!”
“I’m so bummed we don’t have soccer practice tomorrow. It’s the best part of the day!”
“I hope everyone’s going to be at Lego League.”
“Can I bring my red football for recess?”
“We finished our homework. If we go together, can we go Pokemon-ing until dinner?”
Transition back to school complete.