Mothers day. Karen was literally dreading it. Mother's Day is a celebration honoring the mother of the family, motherhood, maternal bonds, blah, blah, etcetera, etcetera. But no one takes into account how stressful it is for the mother, especially when they recently received a note telling them they are supposed to attend their 5-year-old’s school and join the kids in their activities.
And her daughter, Lisa, was not helping.
“Mum, you embarrass me means I will..”, the young girl trailed off, glaring fiercely at the mirror as she adjusted her dress.
“Okay, two things. One, how am I supposed to embarrass you in kindergarden? Two, since when could five year olds look venomous?”
In the absence of a quick, witty retort, Lisa just shook her head.
Smiling slightly, Karen finished her coffee and picked up her bag. “Also, your grammar was wrong on so many levels. Come on, lets go.”
In the car, Karen quizzed her daughter on what was going to happen. Lisa rolled her eyes.
“It’s no biggie. We don’t have specials, only normal day. But all mothers be there. Mother also behave like student.“
“I’m supposed to behave like a student?”, Karen asked, horrified. Nope. Nada. She’d gone through kindergarden once already!
Lisa just smirked and relaxed into the back seat.
Karen glared at the posh building when they reached. The last time she’d been here was for the parent teacher meeting, when she had been informed that her daughter was fairly smart, extremely good at making friends, likable and friendly, and mostly polite. That was a good day. Today, on the other hand, would probably make her hate kindergarden forever.
Which was exactly what happened.
“Good morning, kids! Good morning, mothers! I am so glad to have you here today! Like you all know, today is mothers day, and in honour of that, I want one of you to tell me the meaning of the word mother in different languages!”
“Amma. M`ere. La madre. Ma. Tamil. French. Spanish. Hindi.”
A moment of silence, then- “Ma’am. You’re supposed to raise your hand before you speak.”
Karen looks up to realize that quite a few kids, including her own daughter, have their hands in the air.
She has to fight a blush that attempts to creep up her cheeks.
“We are going to play a game now. Walk around shaking hands with people. One of these people is the denner. Nobody except the denner himself knows who he or she is. If the person you shake hands with winks at you, then pretend to die. Let us see how long it takes for survivors to figure out who is the denner.”
The game starts. Nobody winks at her and soon Karen is lost in her thoughts. As a result, she hardly notices when somebody actually winks at her. She just gives the boy a vague glance and moves on.
The child looks vaguely confused, but walks away. A few minutes later, he shakes her hand and winks at her again. This time, however, the teacher notices.
“Ma’am, I understand you don’t want to leave the game. Nobody does. But you can't just blatantly disobey the rules. Please leave.”
“Aaaah…my crispy fries and burger.”
“No junk food is allowed, ma’am. You’re setting a bad example for the children. Eat some fruits instead.”
The whole day was just embarrassing incident after embarrassing incident. Karen was extremely relieved to get home.
Two days later, she got a call from the kindergarden teacher.
“Ma’am. Can I please have the number of lisa’s parent or guardian?”
“You already have my number.”
“Not you, ma’am… Lisa told everybody that you two aren’t related in any way.”