Email was sent out to all the parents of Jackson's 6th grade class. Apparently they didn't have enough parent volunteers to go on the field trip the next week. And can we please get some more volunteers? It's going to be fun .. at the Science Museum .. and they are even going to learn about the heart . and dissect a sheep heart.
Well .. that's all that had to be said. I basically had a 'get out of jail free' card. I immediately respond with ... an I'm so sorry .. I mean .. I would LOVE to volunteer ... at yet another museum ... but alas, I can not. Because of this weird .. passing out at the mention of blood thing. So. Sorry. I. Can. Not. But hey .. good luck with that. And see what a good person I am for responding RIGHT away ... and being WILLING but not ABLE to help. Bummer. Have fun!
I got a response right away from my right away response with basically a no problem Alana ... we can handle the dissection exhibit without you .. but we'd love to still have you as a chaperon. To have a group .. to walk around the museum .. See you there!
This was me for the first hour or so while the kids were knuckles deep in blood and gore...
She said I could walk around and look at the museum while I waited. She doesn't know that sounded like "while we are in here you could run your fingernails down a chalkboard if you would like". I enjoyed some people watching though.
We then all ate lunch outside. It was a gorgeous day. But the oddest things seem to happen when I'm present. So the kids are eating. Outside the museum .. on this little concrete pad ... And this group of people approach with all these balloons. These people also just didn't "fit" in. Chains hanging down .. gages in ears... They walk out to where the kids are running around .. yelling .. screaming .. having a great time ... I guess.. to have this awkward moment of silence and to let balloons go. Yeah. Okay. It was weird. Very out of place. As the kids are yelling "what are they doing? huh? huh?"
Back in the museum. Wasn't so bad after all. They weren't ones to sit around for hours looking at gemstones. This group of boys were bouncing from one thing to the next... which I was MORE than thrilled with.
I didn't try to touch Jackson or hug or hold his hand or love on him. Of which he was appreciative. I love his teacher. Adore her. And she stayed with our group most the time. Which I appreciated. I'm sure it's not because I looked irresponsible or anything. Probably not.
The bus ride back was actually fun. I sat back and listened to the kids chat around me. Made me miss being in 6th grade. At one point they all started singing different things together. It was cute. And at that moment ... glad I was there. Realizing .. this was the last field trip I was going to go on with Jackson. Bittersweet.
It was a memory. And I'm glad I was there to share it with him ...sorta...like not the looking at exhibits part .. whatever.... I love Jackson though.
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