Being dismissed

Linda brings Sophie to religious school on Tuesday afternoons, in her ever expanding role as step-parent and on the ride over yesterday, was informed that Sophie didn't want to call me to talk (to say hi and see how her day was, etc) as she was "not in the mood to talk".  When they reached the Temple, Linda was instructed to walk her to her classroom as they were a little early (and heaven forbid she be in the classroom with JUST her teacher!).  So they were chatting and upon another student's arrival, Sophie does a side-of-the-mouth whisper to Linda, "GO!".

Linda left swiftly.  Properly stung with a dismissal from a 9 year old!

I smiled as she told me about it after Sophie went to bed.  Cute.

This morning, my beautiful daughter sang the "Bar'chu" (the call to prayer in the synagogue) over and over, as we drove thru torrential rain on her way to school.  This prayer is the song she's recently learned in Jr Choir and also learning how to read in Hebrew at Religious school.  Sophie loves her Hebrew teacher.  (She was also Linda & my Hebrew teacher and since become a friend of ours, and we love her, too!)  Despite the rain, I was warm in the glow of knowing the my hard earned money was being spent wisely on something that I was already seeing the benefits from.  It was good to be me.

We entered the school chatting about nothing and everything and as we walked thru the APR (all purpose room) to get to the before school program room, she laughs cuz I'm dancing sillily to some song playing on the radio by the maintenance people.

Just before we get to the door to the room, she puts her arm out in front of me, stopping me in my tracks.  I look down to see her puckered lips pointing up to me and it takes me a couple of seconds to realize that she is not so subtly letting me know that though she still wants to kiss me goodbye, it will take place in the privacy of the hallway and there is no need for me to actually walk in with her.

OK, then.  Dismissed, I retrace my steps.  I no longer hear the music in the APR nor do I feel like dancing.

But by the time I reach the car, it's all good again, cuz at least I still got a kiss.  And she is learning Hebrew.  And she likes singing in the Jr Choir... "focus on the positives, Mom", I tell myself.

And treasure the moments that she still shows you and acts like your little girl.

Comments

[Jack]

My almost 9 year old is torn about this. He is not ready to give up the affection, but not sure how to still be cool.

[Tina-cious.com]

Ahhh, it starts. lol

[Kathleen]

Aaaw, so cute! I remember trying to pretend I didn't know my mom--somehow I forgot that all my friends had embarrassing moms too.