Pi Day and Other Things I’m Supposed To Be Interested In


It’s Pi Day, but I’m sure you’ve heard that by now. It’s everywhere.

Suddenly, it’s a big thing to celebrate and if you don’t take your kids out for pie (get it??), or better yet, bake your own special Pi pie while wearing your ironically cool Pi t-shirt and humming this catchy little tune, then you’re fairly sucking at the whole parenting experience. But still, no matter how many people explain Pi to me, I don’t get it and I can’t care.

Days like this always remind me of a quality in myself I’d rather forget, but that I feel, for the sake of others in the closet, I need to cop to right here and right now: There are a lot of things I’m supposed to get all excited about that pretty much bore the shit out of me.

But first, because I haven’t quite conquered my approval seeking nature, I think I’ll share a list of things that, prior to having kids, used to bore the shit out of me, but that I now find super interesting:

  • Second hand smoke
  • BPAs
  • Newberry Awards
  • Cost of college tuition
  • Bullying/asshole kids
  • GMO labelling
  • Internet porn
  • Smoothies

So see? Parenting has indeed opened my eyes to the bigger world and, to the best of my ability, I’m on it, I promise.

But one thing about being a mother that I wasn’t expecting, is how many things we’re suddenly supposed to be interested in, even if we’re really not. I remember talking to my therapist when my son was about two years old, about how I just couldn’t play Little People with him anymore.


I know. I spent money to deal with this problem.

But at the time it felt like a life sentence. It felt like, if I had to get down on the floor for even one. More. Minute. And make the little yellow haired plastic guy talk to the little orange haired plastic girl, I was going to seriously lose my shit. I don’t know. I was really worked up about it at the time, go figure.

Here we are years later, and I’m still feeling the pressure to get super excited about things that leave me cold. Only this time, it’s not my kids who are sending the message, but some all-seeing parental force that has no name, but that I shall just call People Who Are Super Into It, Smarter, and Probably Younger. PWASISPY, for short.

Here’s a list of things the PWASISPY does that I don’t/ can’t/ have zero interest in:

  • Learn Minecraft.
  • Do shit like this
  • Dress up on Halloween
  • Read Harry Potter fan fiction
  • Stand in line for sixteen hours on the day the new Star Wars movie opens with thermoses of hot cocoa and Princess Leia braids
  • Understand and get very excited, VERY fucking turned on by the concept of Pi

God, they have so much fun! The PWASISPY go camping and love it. They build really complicated thingamajigs in the backyard and launch them.

Ok.Clearly this might warrant just one more trip to therapy. And if I went, what would I say?

That somewhere deep inside, I think, If Only.

If only I could do these things, my son would open up to me more. He’d feel so loved and understood that he would share with me when the girl he’s crushing on likes another boy, and how that makes him feel. I’d know what he’s really truly afraid of, if he secretly wishes that he were as tall as the other kids or (gulp), that he had a funner mom.

Ugh. That old chestnut.

Once again and as always, it’s no one else’s deal but mine. There’s no looming dark cloud of judging super-people out there, just my own craving for confirmation that I’m doing OK here, because when it comes to a job like raising kids, we just never know, do we?  I look Out There to tell me what to do, while simultaneously claiming not to care what anyone thinks.

As I ponder this flaw in my nature, I’ll make my kid’s favorite lunch and bask in the knowledge that, while I don’t know thing one about Pi, I do make a kick-ass grilled cheese.

Oh, and a very happy Pi Day, to those who celebrate it.











5 thoughts on “Pi Day and Other Things I’m Supposed To Be Interested In

  1. My daughter, the raging extravert, used to want me to play dolls or little people or whatever with her all the time. I finally told that is what other kids are for. We went to a LOT of playgroups…

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  2. I do love the name though…rather catchy. I hear you about losing it when it comes to doing stuff with our kids that are mindless. Even now with my two adult kids, there are things I do that feel the same way lol.
    All in the name of love…and that’s all that matters.

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  3. I’m not a mom myself but it’s interesting reading this and thinking back on how my parents parented me. I don’t recall them specifically playing kid stuff with me. Board games yes, we had Parcheesi and Sorry and a few other classics that we would play as a family, and my dad would play backgammon and Battleship and Mastermind with me with great enthusiasm, but those are all “fun for all ages” games. And of course my folks read me bedtime stories when I was little — that was in fact how I learned to read, they didn’t even realize that was happening until my mom mis-read a line one night and I corrected her — at first they thought I’d just memorized the book, but then they tried me on a new book and…holy cow, the kid reads (and it’s all been downhill from there).

    But there was definitely a line between the stuff my folks would do with me and the more kiddy stuff that I was welcome to do, but they didn’t participate in. Adventures for the stuffed animals and model horses that were my favorite toys? That was my big sister’s job. The idea of my mom or dad sitting down with me for that is just weird.

    Do other middle-aged folks remember differently, or is that a real parenting paradigm shift that’s happened between Gen X kidhood and modern-day kidhood?

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    1. Thanks for your reply. I really do believe it’s a shift in the way we parent. There’s good and bad that goes along with it, I guess. It’s fun to laugh at, and dissect, especially since I’m the first to poke fun at myself 😉


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