What’s a Mom to do when she’s too
lazy busy to write new material?? Why, trot out some old stuff, of course. (Most of you probably weren’t around when this post first appeared, so that means it’s new to you, right??)
because I don’t have anything new by popular demand: Nerd + Nerd = More Nerds.
Hope you enjoy!
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nerd (noun \ˈnərd\): an unstylish, unattractive, or socially inept person; especially : one slavishly devoted to intellectual or academic pursuits
(Yes, I looked it up. It’s what I do.)
My Little Guy came home from school a few days ago in a bad mood. He went up to his room to sulk for a little while, then appeared in the kitchen a few moments later, ready to talk about it.
Him: I’m glad I’m not going back to that school next year.
Me: (Concerned look.) Why?
Him: Because they have too many bullies.
Me: (Seething.) What happened?
Him: The popular kids were calling me and my friends names.
Me: (Seething more.) What did they call you?
Me: (Sympathetic look.) Aww.
You must understand, “aww” was the word that came out of my mouth, but my brain was saying “yessss!” For I know the path of a nerd. And it turned out just fine for me.
You see, I’m a nerd. To be specific, I’m an English Nerd. My husband is also a nerd. He’s a Computer Nerd. Turns out that when two nerds marry and have kids, guess what their offspring turn out to be. You got it…more nerds.
Now I use the term with great affection. Many of my closest friends are nerds. (Go figure.) But coming to terms with being a nerd is a long process. And my Little Guy just isn’t there yet. It’s my job to get him there.
When my kids read this (…who am I kidding, they don’t read my blog…) they’re not going to be happy. Having one’s mom tell the world you’re a nerd can’t be good for adolescent self-esteem, but deep down I think the two older kids already know.
As for the Little Guy, I’ll tell him over and over that he shouldn’t listen to what other people say. I’ll reinforce the philosophy that “it’s what’s inside that matters.” I’ll remind him that he has many friends who like him just the way he is. But he’ll still want to be more like the popular kids. And he’ll want to be one of them. It’s part of growing up.
This week is my College Boy’s Spring Break. (Some of my friends have been expressing woe over their kids going to the beach for Spring Break. I can’t even imagine that level of worry.) When he said he planned to stay home, I was quite relieved. Then a magical thing happened: his girlfriend came to our house, and tucked under her arm was a physics book. I almost cried. They spent the afternoon at the dining room table with laptops and physics books. He has (at least on a sub-conscious level) realized he’s a nerd, embraced it, and is seeking out others like him. The circle of life is complete for that one.
The wild-card among my children appears to be the Middle Child. He has cool hair, a quick wit, and a free spirit. He plays two team sports. This apple may roll a little farther from the tree than the others. (He’ll probably be a Democrat.) But he did set his alarm for 3:30 A.M. a few days ago to wake up and study for a Latin test, so he’s clearly showing nerdy tendencies.
Raising a house full of nerds has made me happier and prouder than I ever could have imagined. I’ve realized that the world has enough Alpha Males. It needs more Nerds. It needs more people who value intelligence over attention and substance over style. I’m happily doing my part for the greater good!
So, to all the popular girls who called me names in high school, thank you. (I’m sure some of you turned out nicely, too.)
We call my nerdy son’s class “the Krelboynes” like the gifted class on “Malcolm in the Middle”. I have told my son many times that Bill Gates wasn’t a football star, and he turned out just fine. This is my rundown of how the Krelboynes ruled at field day. And I’m so glad I found your blog!! http://www.ifonlyshehadappliedherself.com/2011/05/revenge-of-krelboynes.html
Why thank you! We use the “Krelboynes” reference, too. I remember chatting with my oldest son when he was in 3rd grade, coming home from Field Day (at which he won ZERO events). I told him how we’re all made differently, some are good at athletics, some are good at art. His response was, “I guess I’m good at thinking.” BTW, he’s an engineering student at LSU now. Still a good thinker. 🙂
Oh I dread the day when my kids come home and say they’ve been picked on.
Oh, darling, it’s going to come. When it does, stay cool. If they sense that you’re upset, it’ll channel right to them. Practice the reassuring smile and calm tone, and summon them when the moment arises.
It’s hard at first, but you get better with practice!
Love it! We’ve got the same thing going here. My daughter is a bit cooler than the rest of us, but she is still quite nerdy at heart.
And being nerdy will serve her much better in life than being popular!