Yea, That’s My Kid

My mother has a pretty diverse group of stories that she likes to tell about my time as a child. Some of them I find funnier than others, often dependent on who else is the audience for the telling. Some of them I found a lot funnier before it became apparent that my daughter is turning out to be a lot like me.

One of her favorites involves a school “field day” when I was about a year or two older than Alaina is now. Ever supportive, my mother arrived at the school and walked across the parking lot towards a soccer field full of several hundred elementary schoolers participating in tug-of-war, three-legged races and other assorted feats of semi-athletic prowess. She spent most of the walk shaking her head at the two boys that had decided that rolling down a hill shouting expletives was much more fun than a potato sack race.

One of the two kids was me, of course. The swears were actually “frak” and “feldercarb”, made up words used in the totally awesome television series Battlestar Galactica by Lieutenant Starbuck. Her confusion at what I was saying is understandable.

Several times over the past few weeks, I’ve found myself walking across a different parking lot, but having the same thoughts that my mother did over thirty years ago. “I really hope that’s not my kid over there.”

It is, of course. Every time.

She’s not rolling down hills or yelling out fake words from late ’70s science fiction, she’s just always one of the two kids seen rolling around in the dirt wrestling. End of day recess has turned into a pint-sized battle royal with my daughter the undisputed champion.

For a while the teachers discouraged this roughhousing, but it appears they’ve given up. In a refreshing reversal of expectation the kids are allowed to actually be kids. She’s not fighting, just playing rough, proving the boys wrong that apparently told her that she “isn’t tough.”

I like that she isn’t afraid to mix it up and get a little mud on her jeans. As long as the other kid knows ahead of time that he is playing the part of a “bad guy” and it’s not happening out of anger, I say let ’em go.

She’s loud, a little obnoxious, and needs the leaves picked out of her hair before we go meet mommy, but that’s my kid over there. What of it?

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48 thoughts on “Yea, That’s My Kid”

  1. Ah, yes! I have a loud one, a temperamental one, a ‘perfect little angel’ until she’s angry one, and a weird one. The joys of parenting! I see myself in my kids all the time, and occasionally I cringe, but mostly–like you–I just take note that they come by their personality quirks honestly and enjoy the view. Thanks for sharing this awesome story. You made me smile. –Sondi

  2. She sounds awesome! My youngest son is so much like me, it’s scary. He’s opinionated, has a vivid imagination, and can be such a goof ball (that last one he gets from my brother, LOL). There are so many things that he does that remind me of me when I was his age and I say the same thing: That’s my kid! #anythinggoes

  3. What a refreshing change to hear of a school that will let kids be kids. It sounds like your little girl is the kind of kid I would like, full of life and not afraid to be herself. #Fartglitter

    1. They could probably try a little harder to keep her out of the mud, but it is nice that she isn’t being held back from being herself

  4. There’s nothing wrong with a little rough-housing. As long as no-one’s crying and they’re all having fun, then let them enjoy! It’s always my daughter too. Never my son, he’s a gentle soul. My daughter is a tyrant and a little bulldozer. It’ll only get better as she gets older! Lovely post!

  5. Haha, bless her!! This is like my son, he is always the one doing something he shouldn’t be (like sticking his head in a sandpit that is full of water!). Thanks for linking up #bestandworst

  6. Aw I love this. I have started to be quite sympathetic to my mum, as I start to say and do the same thing she did when I was young. I think it is great your daughter isn’t afraid to get mud on her jeans. #momsterslink

  7. I agree that these days so many adults just don’t let kids be kids. It was so different in our day and age. It’s good that she is confident to show them boys that she’s up for the challenge. I guarantee no one will be messing with her in middle school. I have one daughter who is exactly like me and the other one I keep swearing that they must have switched her at birth. Thanks for linking up with #momsteskink and being a great support every week.

  8. Kids should be left to be kids, as you say. My eldest has started asking me to take a soccer ball to school at the end of each day and the boys and girls, well, they play rough with it for sure! Thing is, they have such good fun. #sharewithme

  9. Ahh too funny. This is how I was growing up. Having fun as a kid to it’s fullest that’s what counts. Thanks for linking up to Share With Me. Sorry to be late commenting we have my mother visiting from America. πŸ™‚ Thanks for joining in. #sharewithme

  10. She sounds like a tough nut! I think it’s great. Obviously she can’t roll down a hill a like a posh event like a wedding (sure that chat will be fine) but she sounds great and I’m sure will fight her own corner xx #sundaystars

  11. I love this. Your daughter sounds awesome. I think it is so important that kids are allowed to develop their own personalities. And I love the fact that she is feisty and independent. Our Little Miss H is exactly the same. Sometimes she is a complete lunatic. But she always makes me smile and I would not change her for the world. Thanks for linking up to #SundaysStars. Hugs Lucy xxxx

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