It Happened…My First Spanking

So, Tuesday evening, I had to spank Brennan.  I didn’t cry. Let me tell you what happened…Yesterday, we received the first daily report for Brennan and his dad was upset about the report and the lack of information the teacher put on the report. He was actually blaming the teacher and the school. I calmly stated that I would email the teacher and ask a series of questions for an explanation to the confusing report, but to calm down because I’m sure there is something we’re missing. 

The teacher replied to my email the next morning and said I will call you later on today after the children leave for the day. She did and to my surprise, I realized that my son is tripping. My beautiful, bubbly, only child, too spoiled, attention loving young man was acting like he was bored and refusing to not participate or show interest in the class. I was truly embarrassed and disturbed by his behavior. Listening to the teacher, I was fuming. School just started and it’s too early for him to be showing disinterest in anything. 

We got off the phone and I called his dad immediately to share what the teacher said to me.  He listened and then quietly responded…”You’re gonna spank him right?” I paused and with all bravado in my voice, said, “Yep, it’s about that time and I will use his belt because I don’t want to hurt my hand.” He replied, “Fine, but make sure you do it. Don’t chicken out.”

I left work and talked to my sister on the phone while I drove to go and get Brennan.  I told her what happened and she said, “Wow, what are you going to do?” I said, “I’m gonna spank him.” She said, “Okay, don’t cry in front of him while you do it.  Just get it over with and go in the bathroom and cry. That’s what I did when I spanked my kids for the first time.” I said, “Okay.”

So, I pick Brennan up from aftercare and he says, “Wow, mommy! I’m so excited to see you! I didn’t know you were picking me up.  You look so beautiful mommy!  I missed you!  I love you mommy! How was your day?” All this was coming out of his mouth in rapid succession and he wouldn’t even let me respond before his next declaration, so I thought, “Dang! He’s good”. So, I played along and finally said, “My day was fine love. You’re getting your butt whooped tonight. I talked to your teacher.” He started to cry. I said, “Those tears don’t work now. You’re in the big leagues buddy. Keep crying and I can whoop you outside in front of the school.” He dried his tears. I took him home and went into his room, pulled off his little belt and popped that behind. He cried. I said, “Now, let’s discuss why you got a whooping”. There was no TV and two hours of French homework, math and reading. Hell, I’m exhausted now too. The joys of parenting or sometimes the frustration, I’m not sure which yet. Au Revoir

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Suis-je prêt? (Am I Ready?)

As you all are aware, Brennan started kindergarten at a French Immersion school on Monday and we’ve already had a meeting with the teacher.  Not a one-on-one meeting, but an “All parents and no kids” meeting. The teacher indicated on the first day of school that she wanted all parents to come back on Thursday for a meeting from 7 pm to 9 pm with no children.  I was excited to attend the first meeting because I’ve always envisioned how I will be the “corporate chick/supermom” scheduling my work meetings and PTA meetings in an already busy Outlook calendar. (Yeah, I know).


Well, on Wednesday evening, I received a call from Lee (while I’m still at work) upset because Brennan had told him how he got lost today in school going to the bathroom and another boy found him and took him back to his class.  Brennan told his dad, how he was crying and scared. To say Lee was a little perturbed would have been an understatement.  He was irate and reminded me how the teacher announced that she would not let the children go to the restroom on their own.  He said, “She just said she wouldn’t do this! Why did our son get lost?”  I quietly responded, “I’ll take care of it.  I will send her an email.” He responded, “Fine, but copy me on the email please.”  Uh oh.

So, I gently drafted an email to send to the teacher, when I decided to hold tight.  You see, I love my baby, but he is a child after all.  I didn’t want to be one of those parents who believed her child first and said, “No teacher, you’re wrong!”.  Not gonna do it.  I held tight and told Lee that I would address it with her directly after the parenting meeting the next day.

Fast forward to last night and I headed into the school prepared to learn everything about the expectations of my child, curriculum and teaching style of the teacher.  What I learned was a lot more.  Brennan’s teacher is hilarious.  She is 66 and from Belgium.  She gives it to you straight with no chaser.  I love her.  She’s direct and no-nonsense with a deep love and respect for the children and their parents.  I was happy to know that my son had hit the proverbial “education jackpot” when it came to his teacher.  

After gathering all the information, facts and expectations of the classroom, I made my way up to the front to talk to her about the story Brennan had told us.  I waited patiently after the other parents and went up to introduce myself again.  I explained how Brennan told us yesterday that he was crying because he got lost coming from the bathroom and another boy found him and brought him back to her.  She pondered for a moment, “Brennan?”  I said, “Yes”.  She said, “No, that didn’t happen to Brennan.  That happened to Ian (another boy) yesterday.”  She said, “We were on the playground at recess and Ian had to go to the bathroom and I couldn’t leave the other children so I told him what door to go into and another teacher brought him back, but it wasn’t Brennan.”

Crickets….

My baby had just told his first “tale (aka lie)” on his teacher.  Wow!  I thanked her for the explanation and told her that I would be talking to him about this situation.  She said, “No problem.  By the way, Brennan cries every day for you.  He says that he misses you.”  She said, “I tell him, your mommy and daddy have to work Brennan.  They have a job to do and your job is to go to school.  They miss you and will see you later.” I wanted to cry.  I had put on a brave face and hadn’t cried during his transition into kindergarten, but my baby was crying in school every day.  I bid her good evening and rushed home.  I don’t know how to talk to Brennan about the crying, but I did make sure to tell Lee that Brennan has an active imagination and “stole” Ian’s situation.

Ah, one day and one issue at a time.  Au revoir.  

Can I Get A Break for Being Emotional?

Okay, so many of you know me and read my posts on Facebook that I affectionately title, “From the Mommy Diaries”, so you know that I have been having anxiety attacks about the upcoming school year starting and my one and only child entering the educational system. Well, I would just like to ask one question, “Can I get a break for being emotional?”  This transition from daycare to “big school” has been a huge adjustment in the Thomas household and it’s not just me.


We talked to Brennan about school each and every day to let him know that he would be attending a new school where he would meet new friends, learn a new language (French) and learn all kinds of new things.  He seemed to be getting used to the idea of the “big school”, but would ask questions like, “Mommy, what if no one likes me?  What if I don’t make friends at the “big school”?” I replied, “Well, Brennan if they don’t like you they can kick rocks and burn!” (Not my finest moment).  I didn’t know what to say.  My son had never shown such vulnerability when it comes to other’s perceptions.  My mom said, “You should just remind him how many friends come to his birthday parties each year and that he will have lots of friends.” Okay, so her advice was definitely better.  

So, let’s fast forward to today… his first day of school.  He woke up on his own, asked for a banana and went into his bedroom to watch Disney Junior until it was time to get ready. We got dressed and I didn’t cry.  We went outside to meet his dad who was all amped to capture photos of his first day.  Brennan had his new “Jake and the Neverland Pirates” book bag armed with erasers, pencils, notepads, a change of clothes, crayons and all the other things on his list.  I didn’t cry.  We checked him into before care, showed him how to get breakfast and held his hand as he showed us where his classroom was (he remembered from last week’s Orientation).  I didn’t cry.  The teacher welcomed him and said, “Pick any seat.”  He walked around and picked the seat in the back nearest to the end.  No one was sitting near him.  He always was a loner.  I silently said a prayer and a young little boy, sat right next to him.  There were at least 10 open seats remaining, but he sat right next to my baby.  I thanked God for this small thing and knew he would be okay.  As we left to say our goodbyes, he said, “Don’t go mommy!  I want to go with you.” I told him, “You can’t go with me.  I will pick you up from after care here in the cafeteria. You have to stay and learn and meet your new classmates. Remember, your new teacher, Ms. Clymer, has so many great things to teach you.”  He simply replied, “Why?  I want to go to my old school with Ms. Yolanda and Ms. Kim and all my old friends.”  My heart broke. I was not going to cry.  I was going to stay strong and explain to my baby the fundamentals of clipping the strings and letting him venture out in this world on his own.  I looked him in the eyes and said, “Baby, Ms. Yolanda and Ms. Kim like Ms. Clymer and they want you to learn everything you can and then come back and tell them what you learned when your “big school” is closed.  Can you do that?” He said, “Okay, mommy.”  I then looked at the little boy who sat next to him and asked, “Hi, what’s your name?”  He replied, “Caleb.” I said, “Hi Caleb, this is Brennan.”  I turned to Brennan and said, “Brennan, meet Caleb.  He will be your new friend.”  I then held my head up high and walked out the door.  I did peek in the classroom to make sure he didn’t cry (trust me, some kids were crying) and he just looked dejected, but he didn’t cry and neither did I.

We had survived.  No tears and a clear understanding of next steps.  I was emotional for the week or more leading up to the first day of school, but I have settled into this situation blessed and excited to know that I made the right choice, cried enough tears, worried and prayed that he would be okay.  I have left it in God’s hands and I know that this is the first of many major transitions that I will go through, but dang it folks, “Can’t I get a break for being emotional? After all, he’s my one and only child. 

So, I couldn’t resist putting some flicks up so you can see the first day.  He’s not happy that I wanted to take photos, but doesn’t he look beautiful! My baby is a kindergartner.