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.