Exclusive Interview with Tadpole
Tomorrow on Tell the Truth Tuesday:
I will conduct an exclusive interview with, Tadpole, the youngest little rockstar of our group. Granting her first ever interview, I will answer all the burning questions that readers want to know.
(Tadpole now and in a previous Halloween)
Questions like:
What does she REALLY think of her 4th grade teacher?
What is she going to be for Halloween this year? Is she going to scare us half to death with another skeleton costume?
Does she have a love interest?
Who is her favorite parent? (Footage may have to be heavily edited as I gratuitously fish for compliments.)
Tune in tomorrow for Tadpole’s first ever interview!
When they get on your last nerve…
I was all irritated with Froglet and I had a long post written complaining about it, but I decided to get a new attitude and play around with my movie maker.
I’m all cured of my bad mood. Now I’m all warm and fuzzy inside.
Our super heros and their alter egos.
In our little corner of suburbia we have: Tadpole, Froglet, Frogger, Super Frog, Princess Frog, Mr. Magnanimous and The Director. Primarily a musical group, everyone has a musical talent with the exception of Mr. Magnanimous and The Director. Their main functions are the support and maintenance of the Froglets. Just feeding and supporting this group is a copious task!
Click the tabs to review individual profiles and super skills.
The timid little froglet
She is hunkered down on my bed, rifling through her backpack making sure she has everything she needs for school that day. My child, my pre-teen angel. Her long wavy hair hangs in a perfect thick brown shield hiding her pained expression. Her things now in perfect order, she slowly looks in my direction, tears brimming on her lashes.
“Mommy, I can’t do it.” We’re talking about P.E., of course. The quintessential nightmare of pre-teen girls everywhere. “We have to run the whole time and I can’t even breathe!” The discussion quickly turns into a detailed description involving dramatically dropping dead from oxygen deprivation. Sweat droplets are actually acid and will burn right through her skin and eat her flesh until it reaches her bones.
I feel her angst. I remember being 12 and feeling self-conscious and uncertain. The inclination that everyone, everywhere is watching your every move and taking notes. We had to practice changing clothes for P.E. so that there was no exposed skin showing upon the removal of shirt and pants. We had many discussions about the other girls feeling exposed and they would not be looking at HER changing, they are worried about her looking at THEM changing.
We talked about it so much that we were able to finally joke around. Picking her up from school in the afternoons, “Did you get naked in gym today?” “Not today,” was her pat answer. Until about three weeks into school a triumphant Abby says to me, “We got naked in gym today!” Success! No more tears, fears and worries about changing in the locker room.
What do I do about this new problem? The truth is, not much. Abby is a shy, sensitive child. If a teacher even speaks her name or a friend says “hello” in the grocery store, her face turns pink. Here we are faced with the reality of running around a racetrack, in front of a group of her peers, huffing, puffing, sweating… She doesn’t want to race or compete; she wants to live through what she sees as her public humiliation. What’s a mom to do? Write her a note of course….
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