Transforming Little into Little Lady
Routine returned to T&C Manor yesterday. Lunches packed. Children off to school. Adults to work. The afternoon unfolded with the familiar carpool, snack, homework schedule. As the sun set, Big and Middle headed to Big’s basketball game, while I took Little to her first “cotillion.”
Oh, the moaning and groaning she mustered up for me, namely “I bet I won’t know anyone” and “How will I get my homework done?” (This has hardly been a concern of hers in the past.) I let her have her moment of drama. Little has spent most of her life trying to be as cool and as rough-and-tumble as her brothers. Fine. I was hardly a “girly girl” myself, and, honestly, I did not mind that she did not gravitate toward the pink and purple plastic items so aggressively marketed to her. She likes basketball and reading and making art and music. She wears dresses on Sundays as well as for any special occasion for which it’s appropriate but the rest of the time, it’s skinny jeans and a hoodie. She says please and thank you. She says excuse me rather than huh or what. She doesn’t, however, know how to put on or remove a coat properly, and she could use some tips on wielding a knife and fork.
Lest you think I’m derelict in my duties, I (along with the Mister) have given her plenty of tips and training, but, well, we’re her parents. Our influence diminishes every day. It’s time for the big guns, namely some charming instructors and a room full of positive peer pressure.
We entered the club with her still grumbling, but I could sense some excitement as well. Lots of girls, giggling, rolling their eyes, wearing dresses. Lots of boys, smirking, rolling their eyes, wearing navy sportcoats. Friends finding friends. Yes! I left to run some errands, and when I returned? Her posture was better. On the ride home she explained the importance of a firm handshake. And she thanked me for dinner, unprompted by the Mister. Well, well. I think there is hope for her yet.
Larry Mondelo and The Beaver explain why they skipped Dancing School and mussed their good clothes.