Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Perfect little buckets

This past Friday, my daughter came home from school very excited. She is going to be "Star of the Week" when she returns back to school after mid-winter break. She came home with a packet of projects to complete for her week as a star. This proud first grader dove right into her assignments -- writing a little about herself, getting her "mystery box" and clues ready, and telling me about all the special treatment she gets during Star week (like being the line leader, and getting a desk by the teacher).

One of these projects is an assignment for ME -- I have to write a journal entry in her classroom "bucket filler" journal. The school has an initiative around "bucket filling" -- doing good acts to "fill others buckets." The concept is based on the book "Have you filled a bucket today?"  My assignment is to write about our family, and how each of us is a good bucket filler. A sweet assignment, except...

My darling daughter a personality trait that she *might* have inherited from her wonderful mother. When she wants something done, it needs to be done NOW and be done HER way -- which is, of course, Perfect.

I explained that I wanted time to think about my journal entry. I would get to it when I was ready (no rush -- we have over a week!).  But every time I turned around I had a journal shoved in my hands.

"DO IT NOW! Don't forget to write about how I feed the dog! And play with the cats! And I'm nice to my brother!"

Hmmmm... someone is not exactly filling my bucket right now.

However, I remember feeling the exact same way growing up. Everything was SO urgent. SO important. Assignments had to be perfect. Not just perfect... better than everyone else's work.

And now I've created a little monster smart child who thinks the same way! How did that happen? I swear I didn't do it on purpose. And I try so hard to convince her that being perfect is NOT important. And yet -- I remember my mother saying the same things to me -- and I didn't believe her.

I'll keep trying with my daughter. It eventually worked on me.

...kinda.

P.S.  I only let me daughter suffer until Sunday morning.  I wrote my journal entry on Saturday night.  She was very pleased.  I included all of the required entries.
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This post was prompted by Working Mom Wednesday.  The prompt was a personality trait you are not necessarily proud of.



3 comments:

Funky Mama Bird said...

My kid is only 20 months old, but already displays my own tendencies toward perfection and doing it my/his own way. It's simultaneously hilarious and terrifying!

Work, Wife, Mom... Life! said...

how cute!! i'm convinced my daughter is just like me too!! trying to decide if that's good or not! ;)

Missus Wookie said...

My dh adores it when he points out the ways our dd is like me rather than like him :)

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