Today’s Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel has a nice human interest story about three families at USM who have a daughter AND a son playing in this weekend’s state hockey tournament.
Talk about family-based education.
However, my experience is you don’t have to be related to be treated like a member of the family.
I call it co-parenting–please, anyone who can come up with a less “social-science-y” name for it, I’m all ears–and it’s one of those features in a community that I’d argue makes for a great place for kids.
Here’s an example involving one of the dad’s in today’s Journal Sentinel story.
Jay Wigdale and I were talking between periods at a hockey game. My middle guy had hockey practice after the varsity game and was panicking because his gear was in the car. ”Mom, c’mon!” he urged. I sneered at him–the look that should say, “I’m talking to another adult here. Give me a minute.” But he was fixated on getting that bag, torn between waiting politely and being on time for the team meeting before practice.
After interruption number three or four, Jay said, “Hey, how about ‘Please Mom?’” That broke the spell and a few minutes later, Son #2 and I were on our way.
Maybe it’s that Jay and I have stood at football, baseball, and hockey games together for the last couple of years watching our sons play. Maybe it’s because Jay’s wife and I serve on the school’s Booster Club board together. Maybe it’s because, by my count, Jay has 13 nieces and nephews living nearby, or that about half of those nieces and nephews have played hockey with my own kids. But Jay felt perfectly comfortable scolding my son. And I was completely thankful he did.
To the best of my knowledge, I am not related to anyone at University School, save my own children. Still, there are plenty of days that we feel we are part of a family.