Sucker Mom, Redux.

Minor update to dilemmas of yesterday. There is in fact a Saturday soccer program for the Captain's age group. It is also, in fact, a good 25 minutes from my house. All of which leads to the next big question...

Do I want to enroll him in soccer so badly that I'm willing to forego my sleep-in morning for a solid 2 months?

I'm a really shitty soccer mom.

Sucker Mom

We all know that as moms go, I have never per se fit the mold of what a good mother should be. As past posts and ramblings have proven, stepping out in a world of playdates and over-scheduled parenting have not been my strong suit. I frankly have to work pretty damn hard to keep up.

Every once in a while, even this Mediocre Mama can't push back on what is so painfully in my face. It occurs to me that the Captain can only successfully maintain friendships with people over the age of 16. And that when I watch his only interaction with other 4 year olds amounting to him stealing a ball from another child on the playground, just to run away with it and play by himself, that it might be a cry for help. The desire to fit in, or more importantly have him fit in, somehow overcomes me. I succumb to the pressures; I decide it's time to transform into what would otherwise be the Bizarro Mama - I become Soccer Mom.

Yep, that's me. Able to drive a small sized SUV and juggle my job, over-scheduled kids, and still have dinner on the table by 7. What's more, I can singlehandedly shuttle the Captain between gymnastics, tennis and swim practice, all within the course of an afternoon. You'll never see me sweat. And I've got a bladder the size of a canyon, so I never need to take care of myself. Ha cha cha.

Frankly, save for the small sized SUV, I do absolutely none of the items in the aforementioned paragraph. So when inspiration hit me yesterday I felt desperately on a mission to enroll the Captain in soccer for the fall. Truth be told, I am not a sporty girl. And unless it involves a large vessel floating on the water the Dad isn't much better. So unless one of us steps up to the plate, this kid is doomed to be as spastic as we are, and worse yet no more social than he already is.

So after 2 days of searching, I finally found a local area soccer club for 3-4 year olds. Delighted, I began to log in and fill out the registration. This thing is 25 minutes from my house, but I didn't give a shit. I'm a soccer mom so get out of my way, bitch. I'll drive anywhere I need to go. And as I pulled out my credit card, I thought to read the fine print:

September 8 - October 13, Tuesdays 11-12, 1-2 or 2-3.

TUESDAY!!! Who the fuck can take their 3 year old on a Tuesday? Does no one work in this town? Or are they all such awesome parents that they say, screw it, I'll just put in for PTO on Tuesdays from 11-12.

And so dear friends and faithful readers (all 5 of you), this Soccer Mom is going back to her Mediocre Mama post. No soccer for you, Captain Kid. Methinks I'll go back to doing what I do best...

Star charting.

It took a bit of creativity and energy, but it seems that when things are at their worst, sometimes you just need to look at the problem from a different angle. That or you just need one of these:

The day after our dreaded Father's Day, things went from bad to worse. An out of control Captain head butted me in the pelvis and this Mediocre Mama was ready to throw in the towel.

And so I spent much of the next day contemplating a new system, perhaps a different approach to our behavior woes; thus was born the star chart. The star chart utilizes the simplest of joys, namely stickers and ice cream. Five stars in a row means a trip to 31 flavors, lose even one star in between and he has to start all over again.

Sounds simple, but naturally since the Captain's Mediocre Mama is a lawyer and the Deviant Dad is an engineer, it couldn't be as basic as good day/bad day. There is a complex system of laws in place so that we, the wayward parents, don't lose our way on the road to discipline. Here's the 411:

1. A timeout for hitting, failing to listen, 2nd degree toddler malfeasance - he loses a star

• Subsection A - if said timeout is given early in the day, said Captain can earn his star back for a stellar performance throughout the rest of the day;
• Subsection B - if said timeout is given late in the day after an otherwise stellar day, he loses his star;
• Subsection C - if the Captain is otherwise excellent around the house but gets a bad report from daycare, he loses a star; and finally
• Subsection D - if the Captain is horrible throughout the day, from start to finish, but ends his day by doing something remarkable, such as rescuing a dog from a burning building, being a whistle blower at a major corporation for false reporting of profits, successfully landing an airplane on water, finding the cure to cancer, or similar, he earns his star back.

I hit the local Michael's and loaded up on every manner of sticker, created a chart using Word and came home with an agenda. And then, on the most basic of levels, I explained the concept to a 3 year old. With every step of the process, his eyes widened and I was met with a gasp and a "Wow" from the young Captain. Because in truth, it was a win all around. As he excitedly explained to me afterward, "I like star stickers. And I like ice cream." I knew I had this kid right where I wanted him.

On day one of our star charting, he did great. He was in the thumbs up column from daycare and was all around well behaved. Day 2, not so much. And so it went for a week, every other day he got one, he lost one. It seemed like it was going nowhere. Until one day when I picked him up from daycare and instead of being in the "bad" column his name was under the "so so" column. His daycare teacher explained that his name started out under the bad column and he quickly snapped to exclaiming, "I don't want to lose my star." She had no idea what he was talking about, but all of a sudden he started helping her. And he was polite. And he started napping and not complaining. And so it has gone now, for 5 days in a row. And my Captain is finally getting his trip to the ice cream shop.

Have I won the war? Not really. Maybe just this battle. But if for the price of a scoop of ice cream I can help this child, it seems a small price to pay. Because the Save the Children foundation is really all about saving the child from the wrath of mom, isn't it? And now, back to your regularly scheduled program.