My Boy-O

I fancy myself a cool mom, mostly because I am on the younger side and therefore more likely to be hip. This does not necessarily translate well to children and I have noticed that very often my coolness is entirely overlooked. For example. Last year at my birthday Sophia asked how old I was and then quickly guessed that I was turning 45 years old. She also stated that I am older than her ballet teacher who is well past fifty. Elias has always been kinder about my age but I am sure does not think I am the hip young mom that I picture myself to be.

The first school that Elias went to was the Richmond Friends' School. It was a nice little quaker school in the capital of heaven and Elias was there for three hours every morning of the week. At noon, Tristan and I would come to pick him up and if it was my turn to walk in and get him I would call in a sing-songy voice "Time to go Boy-O". This was definitely not cool. It wasn't too long before the whole class would say "Boy-O" with me and I worried that I was possibly setting Elias up for some unnecessary teasing. The Friends' school did not have much teasing (It did have a bully, though) so it ended up not being a problem. Elias' friends called him Boy-O and they called him Elias, whichever they decided to use at that moment. Luckily for me, Elias is still my Boy-O and I can still find people (not my kids) who think I am cool.