Matthew’s been gel-ing his
hair for a while now. He’s pretty
meticulous about it and wants it to look a certain way. He’s recently added a new accessory to his ‘look’
– he even calls them his “trademark:” shades.
He’s got about three different pairs of sunglasses and claims that his
friends can’t wait to see which pair he’ll be wearing each day.
It seems Spring Fever has
reached these 5th graders and the crushes and giggling and pointing
and general pubescent carrying-on is in full swing. Evan, a friend of Matthew’s has – apparently (I’ve
been told) – become quite popular with the ladies and several little gals are BIG
fans of Evan’s. Evan – Mr. Supercool Big
Man on Campus – has decided he needs some back-up in fending off these girls,
and he has ‘hired’ Matthew to be one of his ‘bodyguards.’ Well, you can see just how perfectly Matthew’s
wearing of shades fits into his new role as Bodyguard/Secret Service detail.
I’d discussed with Matthew
how he – under no circumstances – can wear the sunglasses IN school. I explained that it’s disrespectful (not making
eye contact with people – especially adults, etc.), people might think he’s
blind (or at least pretending to be which is also not cool) and, well, um, it’s
also just a little odd. He assured me he
only wears them at recess and on the bus.
Well, last week, I helped
put on a baby shower for Zachary’s 3rd grade teacher. At the end of the day, I see Matthew walking down
the hall – of course dutifully protecting Evan.
Matthew is easy to spot. At 5
foot 3, he towers over 99.9% (rough estimate) of the kids in the school. Matthew is – as I figured – totally rockin’
his shades IN the building. NOT OK.
I head outside and run
into my friend Tiffany.
“Where’s Matthew?” She
asked.
“Oh, he’s too cool, you
know, with his shades ‘n all, to ride home with me. He wanted to take the bus home with his
buddies.” Unfortunately, I didn’t
realize that Tiffany’s 5th grade son overheard us.
“Yeah, what’s with Matthew
and those sunglasses? He wears them all
the time. It’s super weird.” More confirmation of my fears.
You can bet your bippy
that later that day, Matthew and I had a little chat. I eventually got him to admit that yes, he’s
wearing the sunglasses (not in the classroom, but definitely in the hallway)
and – as I suspected – the sunglasses are becoming a bit of a crutch for my shy
boy. He can look at people without them
knowing it and he doesn’t have to make eye contact, etc. He goes on to tell me that – as Evan’s “bodyguard”
– one day, he was assigned “lookout duty” and had to count how many times
Maggie looked over at Evan during lunch.
(53). So, he HAD to wear the sunglasses then…
“You realize that in
staring at Maggie, she probably thinks that you like her now and…that’s kind of
weird with the sunglasses and all…”
“Yeah,” Matthew admits, “Zach
and his friends all say that they’re creepy.”
Well, um, yes! If you’re wearing
them so you can look at girls without them realizing….uh…a little stalkery! For sure. (Of course, I say all of these
things to him in a kinder, not-quite-as-blunt-but-you-need-to-stop-the-weirdness
mom sort of way).
He promises he’ll ONLY
wear the sunglasses when he’s outside.
The next morning he finds
an old broken cell phone Bluetooth and starts wearing it on his ear – for
playing, at recess and at the bus stop. (The
ear piece – that doesn’t work – totally makes him a super legit Bodyguard).
Friday afternoon, when the
boys get off the bus, I can tell something’s wrong.
“I got puked on at
school. I need to get home NOW to shower
and change” Matthew quickly tells me.
Yeah, gross.
Later I find out that some
poor kiddo –at the very end of the school day – suddenly got sick and Matthew
(and one other kid) took the brunt of the impact. Turns out, Evan was behind Matthew and was
essentially blocked from being showered in the nasty.
“Are you telling me, that
you jumped in the line of projectile vomit - fire to protect Evan?!” I asked. “You are taking this WAY too seriously.”
“No,” Matthew assured
me. “Not on purpose really. But…” he adds proudly, “I did definitely
block him!”
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