Last night at 7:48 pm (bedtime is at 8:00 pm) Ella informed us that her large, end-of-year project, presentation on Egypt was the next day. After much prodding and verbal meandering we found out that she has known about said project for a MONTH. And even had a research outline grid she was supposed to have filled in as she prepared. Well, of course, no grid, no plan, no time left. She needed a written report, a poster and flash cards. I freaked out. There was much Mommy yelling. Then, we buckled down.
Luckily, in her misdirected thought process, she had borrowed another child's research grid (who was done with HER project ages ago) and brought it home. I was able to find the same grid online and print on off for Ella. BUT, one of Ella's research sources had to be a physical book. Now, you're thinking "Egypt?...Easy peasy? What did she choose? The pyramids? Mummification? Pharaoh?" Nope. She chose Ma'at. Mmmmmm.....yeah, I've never heard of her either.
I really debated letting Ella fry and get an F for this. But then I reconsidered (more on WHY later) and headed to the library while Matt put the other kids to bed and started the online research with Ella.
Within the hour we had collected six library books, an on-hand blank poster board, and the Silhouette Cameo and had mostly finished up. The good news is she had actually written some of this report on our computer earlier in the month and saved it. Because I'm a Nazi-Mommy, I forced her to look up the spelling of every misspelled word in her document.
After she headed to bed (a bit more than an hour late) Matt and I sat at the table, mounting her hand-drawn pictures of a vulture and an Onk symbol onto black card stock, reminiscing about how many times this happened during our school years. Matt's dad was the typist for his family and my Mom was for ours. I told Matt about a time I was quietly sitting at our Dining Room table, working on a poster and my Mom walked in and went ca-raze-zee. "I can't believe you! Why does every - single - thing have to be left to the last minute?! Now I have to drop everything and help you for your deadline tomorrow and I have a lot to do! I am SO sick of this!!!" To which I replied, "But Mom, this report isn't due for three weeks." We laughed and laughed because you can't blame her. It was the first (and probably only) time I ever started a project on my own sooner than the night before its due date.
I guess, in the end, that driving to the Library after 8pm to scour the shelves for kid's books on Ancient Egyptian Goddesses is just karma for the many, many, MANY times my own mother bailed me out. And for the many times that Matt's parents did the same for him. It is a childhood rite of passage and a parental rite of passage that we have just dipped our toe into for the first of many times to come.
Ella headed out to the bus stop this morning with her finished poster tucked in between to pieces of cardboard and wrapped in a plastic bag. She had screwed up, but we fixed it together. And that, in and of itself, is a lesson I want her to remember.





















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