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Classmate shopping

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It was DD’s summer concert today. I have to say, I dragged myself to it with about as much enthusiasm as I would, say, drive to the dentist: six classes worth of scratchy violin solos songs and poetry?  Four or five songs per class? And a three-song finale by the choir?

Hmm... bottom right looks nice...

Hmm… bottom right looks nice…

There was a rumour it lasted two hours.

But, I’m pleased to say my doubts were proved wrong. The concert was excellent. The children did incredibly well, the music was catchy, and we were in and out within an hour.

The best bit, for me, though, was opportunity to play a game of classmate shopping. Next year, the children of DD’s year will mixed into new classes and, for the first time, I had a chance to critically evaluate her potential new friends – and their parents.

‘I’m just trying to imagine who might be in DD’s class next year,’ I whispered to my friend A as we applauded yet another piano solo. A little girl stood up and confidently announced what she’d be playing next.

‘Let me guess,’ said A. ‘You’d pick her.’

I looked around for the parents – you could tell who they were for, while ‘Angel’ was playing, they were the only ones with a rapt smile on their face and two iPads in the air.

And one thing I’ve learned in my five years at that school is this: if the kids in the class are important, it’s the parents who are even more important.

It’s them with whom you’ll have to do ‘class coffees’ for the next two years; it’s they whom you’re going to see at the classroom door every day; they with whom you’re going to have to go for end-of-term drinks; and, of course, they whose children you’re going to have to invite into your home for birthday parties and play dates.

In terms of class changes, the kids are supremely adaptable.  It’s we mums who worry.

‘Yes,’ I said to A. ‘That girl (and her parents) look perfect.’

Now how to make it happen? If only the teachers accepted bribes…

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June 19, 2014 at 8:33 pm

The end-of-year concert

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Look, I’m going to ask you something that you might feel uncomfortable admitting out loud but, seriously, how much did you enjoy your (small) child’s end-of-year concert? 

Is one of them seriously mine?

Is one of them seriously mine?

I’m not talking about the older children who have both some musical ability and some idea of what they’re supposed to do on stage, but about the littlest ones – the ones who’re shoe-horned into a ‘cute’ costume and then shuffle on stage, covered so heavily that the only way you can identify your own progeny is if they have an identifiable tic, and who then mumble at the floor so quietly they’re completely drowned out by the over-enthusiastic pianist, who’s bashing that keyboard not just with gusto, but with a smile so bright she could be advertising dentures.

That sort of concert.

The one where you’ve taken the whole morning off work so you can be available to listen at 10.30am (having done drop-off at 7.30am and before you do pickup at 1pm), and then you have to sit through 2,000 other classes doing their rendition of You Bring Me Sunshine and the Techno Chicken before your own sweetie-pie comes on.

You strain to hear through all the other bored mummies who’re chatting over the classes that aren’t theirs; strain to see past all the proud dads videoing on their iPads; struggle to identify a tune so you can prove you were actually there to a child who can’t identify you in the crowd of thousands – and then you discover you’ve been watching the wrong kid all along.

So, tell me now: did you really enjoy the end of year concert? Or am I missing something?

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June 19, 2013 at 6:16 pm