Together but Separate

The girls have had some good friends in their short lifespan. Riley made many friends in daycare but always had a few very special ones. Now in elementary school, she has many friends but has had very different friend dynamics. Maddie has just started taking interest in having longstanding friends. She has always been social, but now “best friend” has been added to her vocabulary and it is used selectively.

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Rockin’ This Mom Thing!

Most often I feel as though I’m treading water in the parenting pool. I’ve got my head above water, and that’s about as good as it’s gonna get. And then every once in a great while, I get something right and am able to just float for a while, enjoying the weightlessness of my worries and the sun on my face. This past week I experienced that glorious sensation — twice!

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Polar Vortex Day

This past week, the Midwest suffered a polar vortex, and school was canceled on Wednesday. Ali and I take turns watching the girls on snow days, and I was up. Snow days aren’t bad. Bundle them up and toss them outside for some snowy fun. But a polar vortex day? No one could go outside; even the dogs were limited to five minutes at a time. Three girls and two dogs in the house ALL DAY? That is the stuff nightmares are made of.

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Don’t Let Me Down

This past week our local school district announced the date for the kindergarten open house and registration. It happens every year and certainly shouldn’t be noteworthy except that this year it is Maddie’s open house. Yes, Maddie is going to kindergarten this year, and I am forced to acknowledge that Maddie is actually growing up. Maddie, on the other hand, has acknowledged it, is having a great time developing her own style, and has left her younger years behind her.




As a part of her new self she has started to enjoy music. I have such great memories of sharing and listening to my music with my mom when I was younger and so was very excited about this development. So far, Riley has gravitated toward the teen pop side of the world. It might be awhile before we get on the same page. Maddie, however, has enjoyed select Disturbed songs and, if it’s pop, it’s going to be Lady Gaga for her. She was my hope.

Unbeknownst to me, however, my mom started lessons on music culture during her commutes with them to gymnastics class. Her first lesson – the Beatles. Tapping into Maddie’s interest, Mom introduced the band by stating that 2 of the 4 were deceased. Between the insect reference and this, Maddie was all ears.

I should note that I am not a Beatles fan. I can understand their influence, but their music doesn’t strike any chord with me. When I learned that the girls were listening to them with their grandma, my only thought was “Thank goodness I don’t have to do it.”

That is, until this past Friday.

It started like any other morning. Here Comes the Sun and we were out the door for dropoffs. Maddie was heading to the academy and Riley to Grammys due to a two-hour school delay.

That morning Maddie woke up feeling particularly mature and living A Day in the Life of a five-year-old.  She wanted to express herself through her clothes and insisted that her outfit be black, all the way down to her socks. After grabbing the drab assortment and watching her admire her new favorite color, I couldn’t help but refer to her as “The Mad in Black,” and, of course, we then had to talk about the great Man in Black, Johnny Cash.

Taking the same tactic as my mom and playing to Maddie’s dark side, I introduced Johnny by playing his Folsom Prison Blues.

She gave it a few verses but in the middle interrupted the legendary tune and said, “Mom, have you ever listened to the Beatles?”

“Yes,” I stated, hoping to get back to the tune.

“They are more better writers,” she stated with certainty.

I was heartbroken. The Beatles over Johnny Cash? Who was I raising? What was wrong? In my mind I had to repeat, She Loves You over and over and remind myself that surely it was phase. Surely, We Can Work It Out.

As we walked into daycare, all I could think about was the little girl she used to be. When she would look up at me and say, “I Want to Hold Your Hand.” But, today it was Hello Goodbye and she was off. We wouldn’t Come Together today.

Leaving daycare felt like Sunday Morning Coming Down . Imagine, my kid, a Beatles fan. I had only one person to blame. My mom. Driving to drop Riley off at her house, I tried to stay calm. Don’t Bring Your Guns to Town, I reminded myself when I thought about the confrontation. Then again, she bought a Ticket To Ride this particular train.

My disappointment circled like a Ring of Fire in my mind, but as I told her the story, all my mom had was a good laugh. She knew she had won.

Yes, that little girl is becoming her own. Hopefully we can get her music taste back on track. One Piece at a Time.