I am too.
Every once in awhile, I will spot two little girls, about 2 years apart, dressed in identical dresses with gigantic colorful bows in their hair. Before I can control it, I get a lump in my throat. I can't help but think of how much I pine for those days with my girls. There are so many things that I miss about their childhood. I loved everything about their babyhood - the sweet smell of them, their babbling, giggling and their angelic faces as they slept. And I enjoyed almost every minute of their growing years; everything from watching them learn to walk to years later, snuggling on the couch with me watching Gilmore Girls.
Our first class was a little daunting, to say the least. Every mom knew every word and hand signal to every song. They sang with gusto, as if it were a competition of who could be the most animated. It felt like I was either in a cult or got trapped in a scene from Stepford Wives.
Meanwhile, another Mom brought in a couple of packages of Oscar Mayer sliced turkey. The children, including my own, were in a line which circled around the room to snag a slice of her hard work and labor of opening the package. Meanwhile, I glared at the Moms assigned to bring plastic forks and paper cups.
My #1 and her "friend" were going to be in the
The night before the
For a minute, I do admit to letting out a sigh of relief. My kid wasn't going to shame the family name, after all! But then I looked at her streaked cheeks and red eyes and my heart sunk. I decided not to call the kid's mother because deep down I thought things would straighten out. I also was a strong believer that parents should butt out of girl fights.
Well guess what. Susie did take her act solo and my #1 sat in the audience with a big fat frown on her face. By the way, I may be just a bit biased, but I have to say my girl couldn't sing or dance to save her life, but Susie was even worse. I later heard that after the performance, Susie's family was looking into changing their name and joining the Witness Protection Program.
I saw Susie's mom at the big show. She came up to me sheepishly and she said that it was too bad the girls couldn't work things out, but Susie felt that my #1 did not practice enough.
I had two words for her and it wasn't happy birthday.
*Susie's name has been changed to protect the not-so-innocent.
So, when I start to feel sorry for myself and miss my little girls, I remind myself of these stories and a few others.
I still miss the bows, though.
Is there anything that you don't miss?
Until next time...