So, those of you who read my blog regularly may recall this past summer when my son told me that it was time for him not to hold my hand at the soccer field. He was kind, sweet and sensitive to my feelings about it. And, truth be told -- he still holds my hand on the soccer field occasionally.
My daughter on the other hand....
Not quite so old, not quite so gentle....not quite so sensitive to my feelings about it.
Every morning, I drop her off at school and before she walks down the hall I, (like all the other mothers) say "give me a hug and a kiss - have a great day!". She tends to be hesitant about it -- good with a hug, not so great with a kiss. Well, yesterday when I said it - she whispered to me when I leaned in for my kiss "why do you always have to embarrass me?".
*enter sound of heart breaking...HERE*
So, I made a sad face and said "give me a kiss and have a great day." Which she did.
This morning I asked her if I embarrassed her -- and she said no. So I asked why she would be embarrassed about saying goodbye to me -- all the other kids do it, and besides I'm a cool mom! I'm funny, and I'm friendly - I say hi to all the teachers and other parents; to which she replied she didn't know why she was embarrassed to kiss me, but she was.
Did I mention she's only 5?
I distinctly recall watching The Sopranos when I was pregnant with her, and seeing Meadow be miserable to her mother and I turned to G and said "I'm so not ready for this. I'm not ready to have a little girl who's destined to hate me".
I'm still not ready. And I don't know if I ever will be.....
1 comment:
well, maybe she isn't embarrassed about *you*, but that she's very shy to have such a tender moment on display for her friends (and any potential frenemies)? That's how I felt with my mom. But couldn't express it.
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