While walking home from school yesterday, I noticed Elle dragging behind more so than usual. Slowing down, I waited until she and I were about even and then asked, “What’s going on here darlin’?” With a forlorn look on her face, she complained, “Well Mary said that ‘so and so’ said ‘URHHG!’ when she learned I was going to take jazz too.” “Oh, I see.” I replied. “I didn’t even want to take Jazz this year, but they aren’t having a tap dance so Ms. ‘C’ threw me into Jazz instead. Why would she make that noise?”
By this time we had reached my home. I opened the door for all the kids to enter and then invited Elle to have a seat on the front stoop. There, in private we could talk. “Well, I don’t know why you should be upset by what one person said or didn’t say. ‘Ms. C’ runs a tight ship over there, right?” She nodded. “If she didn’t think you were ready for jazz, she would have never invited you.” Taking this in for a minute she looked back at me and said, “You’re probably right, besides Mary likes to bully me, so who knows who made that noise. Guess what Aunt Marsha?” she said, switching gears on me, “hmm?” I mumbled back. “Tonight my mom is going to take us shoe shopping for school……” and on she went. I’m glad her problem was solved so easily–on my end anyway.
I took all three girls over to a local dance supply shop and set about buying them their much needed shoes for Jazz. Mary and the doll fluttered, here, there, everywhere, getting into trouble. Elle, who wanted to participate too, noticied the steam rising from my shoulders and thought better of the idea; sat still. At one point, after I repeatedly asked the girls to sit down like young ladies, Elle asked, “Are we in timeout?” Smiling I said “Yes. If you cannot contain yourself and sit nicely while we wait, then that tells me you don’t want these shoes.”
Mary lasted one minute; the doll lasted three; yet Elle sat content, a nice young lady. At least we did enjoy a moment’s peace.