"Excuse me," a boy around five with brown mousy hair stood in front of me, his blue eyes swimming. Cook must have made spaghetti bolognaise for lunch, because he had the tell-tale greasy red marks around his mouth. "Can I please use the toilet?"
"Of course you can," and I couldn't help smiling to myself. "Don't forget to wash your face – your lunch is all over it." The boy touched his face, grinned, and went on his way.
I'm not sure why, but the children are meant to ask permission before they leave the playground and walk the few steps to the toilets. I guess it is so we have an idea of where they all are — though that is impossible. I've surmised that our main purpose is to make sure mayhem doesn't break out on the playground.
I volunteer as a lunch time supervisor at my children's primary school and am on a rota with a couple other keen mums. That means I walk around the playground for an hour – sometimes in freezing weather — once every three weeks or so. Don't get me wrong. I don't do this because I'm altruistic and have a need to fulfil a public duty. No, my reasons are completely selfish — I'm nosey and want to know what goes on at school and mainly that my children are fine.
This came about because last year I saw on the notice board that the school were "desperate for lunchtime help". At first they put me with the Juniors, and I was completely out of my depth (I have little girls, who apparently play differently than older boys). The pre-teen boys kept wrestling and play kicking each other. I freaked out, trying to get them to stop, and another mum on duty, an experienced one with boys, reassured me that was how they "play". Luckily from then on the office put me on the Infants playground.
"Wuke-y called me a mor-non," a waif of a boy with a razor hair cut and the remnants of a crispy cold under his nose stood at my feet. He had a slight accent, probably Polish. I had no idea what he was trying to tell me and knelt down and asked him to repeat himself.
"Wuke-y called me a mor-non,"
"You mean Lukey?" I didn't recognise the boy, he must be one of the ones in reception that just started staying full days. I wanted to tell him that I get called a moron all the time and he shouldn't let it bother him, but his pride was clearly wounded.
"Let's go find him," and we went in search of "Wuke-y". We found him playing alone in the dirt by the bushes. I knelt down at eye level and asked both boys if they were all in the same class. Yes. Are you friends. Yes. Good, it's nice to have friends at school isn't it? Then you have someone to play with. They were young enough to shake their heads and not give me dirty looks.
As soon as they were on their way, I saw my daughter, Alexandra, in tears being escorted toward me, a boy and girl on either side. Her escorts were wearing class council badges. It turned out she had ran full speed into Poppy, her current best friend. They both had red marks on their cheeks. I quickly sussed they would probably be OK.
"I think you'll live," I told them both. The class council groupees looked gutted. I think they wanted to go to the office. I'm not sure what the attraction is, but every child wants to bring another wounded one to the office.
I glanced down at my watch. 12.20. Really? Forty more minutes of counselling lunch duty to go?
This is going to be the longest hour of my life.
Photo credit: jantik
Casdok | 2nd May 09
Respect!
nixdminx | 30th Apr 09
that is so funny, I find the playground just too manic so good on you!
KindaSassy | 29th Apr 09
Oh lord… after more years of teaching than I care to think about, I am OVAH the whole lunch time duty walks…. but I confess, that the idea of being able to snoop around and check that my little girl is doing OK does make it sound like…. a good idea. I bet you thought I was going to sap appealing right? Never gunna happen! 🙂
Lisa | 29th Apr 09
I’m nosey too and I think I may volunteer for yard duty, but your tale scares me LOL
Brit in Bosnia | 28th Apr 09
Without a doubt the longest hour. Couldn’t do it, would also be a nervous wreck.
Iota | 28th Apr 09
I did lunch duty for a while, for exactly the same reason as you – it’s interesting to see what goes on in the lunch room and playground.
I always felt like such a spare part. I just wandered around, and never seemed to have a role. Sometimes I’d end up chatting to the teacher, which was useful, but mostly, I’d just stand there or walk back and forth, feeling a bit embarrassed. My son told me that ‘Jacob’s Dad’ played tag with the kids, and that was clearly very cool. But I wasn’t really up for the additional embarrassment of playing tag with 8/9 year olds and not being able to catch them – they can be pretty fast by that age!
Expat Mum | 28th Apr 09
I’m sure I’d be far too tough for schools here – where everything is a potential lawsuit and you’re not supposed to tell them they’re alright. Come to think of it, I don’t think they even allow parents to volunteer in that capacity. Phew!
TooManyHats | 28th Apr 09
Good for you for doing lunch duty. Even now, I hate supervising pre-teens and older and all of mine are. At church I only volunteer to work with the babies (0-2 years old) they are my favorite, dirty diapers and all.
Tara@Sticky fingers | 28th Apr 09
I just couldn’t do it. I’d be neurotic. My son is always coming home with rips in the knees of his trousers, bruises up and down his legs and odd cuts on his face.
If I actually saw it happen I’d be a nervous wreck!
A Modern Mother | 28th Apr 09
Jo — I’ve never thought of myself as brave, just a bit nuts
RM — wish I had eyes in the back of my head!
Rebel Mother | 28th Apr 09
Anyone who works with children deserves medals/tiaras/crowns! You’ve got to have eyes in the back of your head and the patience of a saint or two…sterling work MM!
Jo Beaufoix | 28th Apr 09
Oh you are brave, hee hee. Brave brave. I volunteer for two hours in Miss E’s school in a year 3 class and that is very intense but at least there’s a teacher there to keep them in some kind of control, hee hee.
A Modern Mother | 28th Apr 09
MT — just a few more kids asking to use the loo, and some boys that were using a banana peel as a surfboard…
Liz — call me crazy
Liz@VioletPosy | 28th Apr 09
OMG! I avoid all school helping things since I did a school trip in nursery to a fen and I had to rescue small children ever 5 minutes from drowning when they fell off the boardwalk. You are my hero doing lunchtime supervision!
Maternal Tales | 28th Apr 09
Oh you poor thing. Sounds like you had your work cut out! Hope you managed to last the next 40 minutes without to many incidents!