We had one of our normal busy weeks last week. Lots of school, sports, work stuff all jumbled together. Things got a bit disrupted too with all the weather related cancellations, practice moves, etc.
Somewhere in there a postcard project on a country from South America got lost in the mix.
Backtrack a few weeks ago, when L came bounding into the house after school and declared he had a project to do in Spanish and he was picking Chile because Daddy used to live there and Granddaddy E goes there all the time. "Sounds good buddy!' I declared and filed it away in my every expanding and contracting index card holder in my brain off all the little things that need to get done in our family. I think I might have vaguely asked when it was due and I think his equally vague response was "sometime in October."
Flash forward to Saturday night about 7:30 when K, D and I rolled in from a soccer game about 2 hours away. L stayed home with A and M (and a friend of A's) because it was a rainy day he wanted to stay home with the big kids. As we walked in and I asked how the day had gone, L declared that he finished his Chile project.
I looked at him surprisingly, "You did? When is it due again?"
He looked up at me and very matter-of-factly declared, "Oh it was due on Tuesday, but I told her that I had completely forgot and she said she'd give me an extension. So I just did it."
First the wave of mom guilt hit me that I didn't have any idea when the project was due and wasn't there to help him. Then I thought that I'd better make sure I check it over because how good of a job could he have done pulling the information together on his own? Especially with all of the shenanigans that most likely went on while we were gone with the teenagers, I was very doubtful about how well he had completed the assignment. Then I got distracted by being shown video evidence of the shenanigans and completely forgot about the late assignment.
Flash forward again to Monday morning when I looked through his backpack to make sure I signed everything in his test folder. Low and behold there was the "postcard" about Chile he had written and including a drawing of an Easter Island statue. I started reading and much to my surprise he did a great job! It hit all the major points he was supposed to make and he even had a joke (very signature L).
I sometimes feel bad that L gets the short shift right now in our parenting. The big kids take up a lot of time. Our little L as the youngest has always been our "no fanfare" just get my shit done kid. He gets home from school, grabs a snack and does his homework. He rarely asks for help. Even the fact that he told the teacher he forgot and then took it upon himself to be responsible and get it done is so very unlike the other kids. The other kids would have brought much more drama (tears) and most likely an email from me to the teacher explaining that "we" had forgot.
In some ways being the youngest stinks. In other ways, though, L is getting the skills that will do him very well in the future. I am always proud of him, but this one kinda took the cake. He's a pretty cool kid. Love him.