Thursday, January 24, 2008

Turn around ... and she's a young girl going out of the door

Today, my mommy heart is crying just a little.

This one needs a setup, so bear with me for a minute. This weekend, the Roo-girl has a cheer competition. It's the first one of the season for her (they're a little slow -- uh, coach???) and it is out of down. Close enough to drive, yet far enough to fly.

Last year, she and I drove to this competition together, and it was the start of a lovely period of Mommy/Roo togetherness leading up to her bat mitzvah last August and beyond. Five or six hours in a car. Just the two of us. Stopping when we wanted to look at the sights. Buying souvenirs. Eating pistachios. Laughing at stupid jokes.

This year, I meant to put the date on the vacation calendar ... and it wouldn't have been a problem, except that my co-worker, S, needed a wisdom tooth pulled and picked THAT DAY to schedule it.

S also didn't really get the hint (and I really didn't feel like pushing it -- it's complicated at my office) that maybe she could reschedule for another day. But never mind.

So Roo and I made other arrangements. She was to drive up with the coach, and I would get an after-work flight and meet up with them later. Then we (me, Roo, coach) would drive home together on Sunday.

Fast forward to Monday. S is in terrible pain from her wisdom tooth and decides she cannot last until Friday. Tuesday morning she calls me to say that they can pull the tooth that day, and she wouldn't be into work.

Please note, I am now holding a $100 web-fare, nonrefundable airline ticket because the tooth-pulling was supposed to be the same day as get-away day for me.

And now it's not.

Hmmm, thought the mom, ever on the ball. What if I just blow off the $100 *whimper snivel cry* and then Roo and I can go back to Plan A?

So ... ever the happy mom ... I approached Roo this morning with the idea that I could now take Friday off.

"Oh, cool, Mom," she bubbled. "But, you know, I still need to go up with Coach. She needs me to organize the uniforms and all kinds of stuff."


"And then later, we're going out to dinner with T and K, and we get to kinda sightsee and stuff. It's going to be sooo much fun!!!"


"So you can take the day off and mess around and do whatever you want then!! How cool!"

"Oh. So ... uh ... then you want me to still fly up on the 9 p.m. flight and drive back with you and Coach?"



So if you're in the airport Friday night, and you see a short, dark-haired woman sniveling in a corner while waiting for a plane, treat her with kindness.

Her baby girl is growing up.


swampy said...

Been there, done that.
Still do girls are 33 and 27.

~JJ! said...

Oh Mamma...I'm sorry.

You have made me cry.

I feel it for you too.

nikki said...

Oh hells bells. I can't take this growing up thing that kids insist they do.

Simple Jenn said...

At this exact moment in time, mean-ass choreographer that Kelsie has and everything I am SO glad that she is doing school cheer. We don't even leave town for competition this year. Now... next year when she's on varsity and they do nationals and the other out of state competitions, if she says anything vaguely like Roo said, I'll fall to the floor and sob like a baby. The ride back will be great. It will! It'll make up for the plane.

Canadian flake said... eh??

'nuff said


Oh, happens in a blink of an eye doesn't 2nd will be 14 tomorrow..hard to believe...I feel your pain....

Burfica said...

I hate it when they grow up, hate hate hate it!!!!

Mr Lady said...

So. Not. Cool.

You're scaring me, dear. :)

Jenni said...

I have a few years left, I hope, and I am not looking forward to the day I get replaced.

But I know it has to happen :(

Kathryn said...

Oh sigh.
At least she still wants you to come, right? That is a good thing!
sniff, sniff

suchsimplepleasures said...

i's sooooo sad. on one hand, i want them to grow up because that means less laundry. on the other hand, i don't want them to grow up because, that means i wont see them everyday!!!
so so bittersweet!

AnGlOpHiLe FoOtBaLl FaNaTiC said...

Oh, how dare she!! Shame on you Roo. You made your mommy sad. Stop it. Right. Now.

Tiggerlane said...

Aw...I'm totally with you on this. Hold on tight, it gets worse.

I remember those days...those first steps you WANT them to take, but you still want to hold on.


Alison said...

Oh Janet...I am right on the cusp of experiencing the same emotions as you are right now!! I feel for you, I really do!! Even though we prepare them for this, I don't think we really prepare ourselves, do we?

Pamela said...

awwwwwwwww. But, thats what mothers are supposed to do. Raise their kids to be independent and get "grown up."

Good Job Janet!

chelle said...

I am so not ready for this. I realize you have had a little more time to prepare, but I am so not ready.

Hope the trip goes well :)

Robinella said...

I felt the same kind of tug when RePete told me to leave the bathroom. My baby didn't need my help going pee-pee. Waaa.

Phoenix said...

Janet, she's still your baby girl and she always will be. Plus, she wanted to drive home with you and that's cool.

I'm 27 years old and my mommy is my best friend. Seriously. So just give her the space she needs and be there when she'll let you and when she's grown, she'll remember how much fun you were and want to hang out with you a ton. said...

awh honey, sorry. your co-worker could be better. but it is awesome that you and your daughter have a positive meaningful relationships. i hope when my girls (now 17 and 15) grow up, that we can have something as good as yours.

hug her tight, but not too tight, she might sock ya :)

happy saturday,

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