Last week, Bean had field day at his school.
I remember field day vividly from my own childhood. At my elementary school, each classroom was assigned a country. For some reason, I remember being India one year very clearly. In the weeks leading up to field day, your class learned all about your country. I can still spot the Indian flag from a mile away, thanks to Mrs. Sylvester. We also had Indian food for lunch one day, and then learned all about the country throughout the rest of the weeks.
Then, on field day, we had the Olympics. And every classroom represented their country at the Olympic Games. It was pretty awesome. I can remember lining up at the starting line of several races and then our whole class cheering for whoever was competing from our country. Afterwards, there was always a medal ceremony. It was obviously memorable, as I can still very clearly picture it in my head today.
When I got to Bean’s field day, it was slightly different.
Okay, it was CRAZY different. Classes didn’t play against each other. There were no individual sporting events. In fact, there were no sporting events at all. Most of the events were just games they got to play.
Well, except for tug-of-war. I don’t think it is officially a field day until there is tug-of-war, right?
I turned to Chris and whispered, “This isn’t how you do field day! They are doing it wrong!”
But then I saw this sweet face, smiling like he was having the time of his life. Because he WAS having the time of his life.
And I kicked myself for being so judgmental. These aren’t MY memories I’m remaking all over again. These are BEAN’S memories. These are the things HE’LL look back on when he has children of his own. And, like me, I’m sure he’ll say, “Wow, that was pretty awesome!”
Chris and I had a blast hanging out with him, too. I love getting to see both my kids in their own little worlds. It reminds me how big the world is around them and how, all too soon, they will be out in that world. And then I want to cry a little inside. And then I want to hide them in a tower for the rest of their lives. But once I get over that little dramatic episode, I get really excited.
Because, it turns out that the only thing in the whole world better than having little kids, is having big ones.