Being a Kid Again

I will preface this blog entry by telling you a few things. First of all, my son is eleven years old and in the fifth grade. Second of all, he has a hot young teacher (her second full year) with an interesting resume...including a hairdresser for a funeral home. Since we all know that 1 + 2 = 3, the third thing is that my son has a crush on his teacher.

On the way to school this morning, he asked me if I ever wish I could be a kid again. I thought that was an interesting question, but I answered that I really didn't. He asked why and I responded, "been there, done that." He wanted to know what I meant and I let him know that while there are certain things about being a kid that are great, I didn't really want to be one again.

He went on to tell me how his teacher still acts like a kid. She has a young son and does everything with him. One night she apparently woke him up at 11:00 to take him sledding on a newly fallen snow. Many times she will join my son's class in games during gym or at recess. She used to play competitive soccer and also coaches a gymnastic team.

So I wondered to myself, what was my son really asking me? Why I'm not as cool as his teacher? I know that's not it, because no matter how cool I was, I'm his mom so he still wouldn't think I am. But I am considering that I may need to loosen up a bit and have more fun. Play with him more or at least be a little more playful. Afterall, we just got the letter about middle school orientation next month, so playtime with my son may be running out.