Seth came home sad because the teacher told him if he kept singing, he was going to get a time-out. A time-out means you have to go to your desk and put your head down.
Seth sings all the time. A sweet little soprano hum, underneath whatever he is working on at the time. If he's drawing, if he's writing, if he's building with Legos, the song is always there.
But at school, Seth's song can be distracting to other students.
"I can't help it Mommy. I forget," he said.
He hung his head, furrowed his brow.
Part of me wanted to yank him out immediately, put him in a school for the arts where his song would be celebrated! He's such a good kid! He's never had a time-out in his life!
But Seth has a wonderful teacher, and he can't disrupt the other students, and he did decide to come here and live in this world where accommodations for others must be made.
"So here's the deal Seth. If you forget, and if you get a time-out, you will never be in trouble at home. You go to your desk, put your head down, do a little meditation, and tell yourself over and over, I'm a good boy. I'm a good boy. I'm a good boy. Okay?"
"Can I meditate about Legos?"
"Absolutely. Whatever brings you joy."
"You're the best boy," I said.
"You're the best mom," he said.
Well then, I guess that's that.