Towards the end of this year, we attended class parties at Pumpkin’s school for Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas.
We parents were asked to bring in food or other necessary supplies, and we gladly did our part. The adults showed up, our kids sang us songs, and there was yummy food. Everything was going smoothly until…
“Here! Happy Halloween from Emma!” (Not her real name, by the way.)
A clear plastic bag decorated with jack-o’-lanterns containing a glittery orange pencil, candy corn, and chocolate was being thrust into my hand.
Startled, I looked up, then down, to see a short woman, presumably Emma’s mom, staring up at me with a smile plastered across her face.
“Oh, thank you!” I gushed at the unexpected generosity. But Emma’s mom had already scurried away to the next unsuspecting parent. “Happy Halloween from Emma!”
Then, at the Thanksgiving potluck, after polishing off a plate of ravioli, salad, and pumpkin pie:
“Here! Happy Thanksgiving from Emma!”
There she was, plastic smile and all, holding out another goody bag, this time filled with turkey shaped erasers, pumpkin stickers, and even more candy corn.
I THANKED HER SLOWLY, WONDERING WHY SHE WAS DOING THIS, WHEN NO OTHER PARENT WAS. SHE QUICKLY MOVED ON TO THE NEXT UNASSUMING PARENT, INTERRUPTING HIS CONVERSATION WITH ANOTHER DAD.
I thanked her slowly, wondering why she was doing this, when no other parent was. She quickly moved on to the next unassuming parent, interrupting his conversation with another dad.
At the Christmas cookie decorating party, you can guess what happened after we helped Pumpkin decorate her gingerbread man with colored sprinkles, glittering sugar, and chocolate chips (which we brought in, thank you very much!):
“Here! Merry Christmas from Emma!”
Emma’s mom was a bit taller this time around, teetering precariously on 4-inch heels, spreading her version of Christmas cheer.
This bag contained more pencils, more chocolates, and some other stuff, I don’t remember or care. “Thank you,” I replied, and when she scampered off, I bent down next to Pumpkin.
“Which one is Emma?” I hissed.
She pointed to a girl who was fluttering around the room and giggling. She was nowhere near her mother.
Why was Emma’s mother doing this to us? Was she trying to make the other moms feel inadequate? Did she want Emma to be the most popular kid in the class? No one even knew who she was, or did they? Emma seemed blissfully unaware of her mother’s goodwill gestures, so what was the point, really?
I felt as though it were overkill. Giving out goody bags for one of the holidays would be one thing. Or if other parents were also giving out bags, that would be ok. It seemed strange that she, and only she, would give goodies at every holiday party.
Is there a parent in your child’s class who seems to be promoting themselves? Should it matter that the child doesn’t seem to be involved at all in sharing the gifts given in their name?
Autumn has blown in definitively bringing with it the holidays–a time to reconnect with family and friends while stocking up on goodies! Can you believe Halloween is already over?
Next up, Thanksgiving—but what to wear to the great holiday feast? I’ve handpicked some Autumn/Winter pieces sure to bring a sparkle to the festivities…giving thanks never looked so good!