|Sunrise, Sunset...Sunrise, Sunset...
||[Mar. 26th, 2006|10:46 am]
What, you may wonder, has reduced me to quoting one of the most maudlin songs ever written for the modern theater? I could attribute it to the fact that for some unexplicable reason one of our local channels has shown Fiddler on the Roof about seventeen times in the last month. I swear, every time I turn on the TV, no matter what time of day or night, I'm confronted with Tevye moaning about how his daughters don't listen to him. Maybe they're showing it because it's close to Passover and they don't have any other films about Jewish people in their storeroom? I guess I could just be thankful no one at the studio ran across an old copy of Yentl. Although at least with Yentl I get a young and yummy Mandy Patinkin being all swoony and lovelorn.|
But, Fiddler Madness is not why I'm quoting the song. It's because these days I'm finding the song not quite so maudlin and more spot-on.
Yesterday, we attended the Bat Mitzvah of one of Middle Daughter's friends; a friend she has known since Kindergarten. She was so poised, so sure of herself, so tall and fresh and lovely and serious and excited. It was as if I was looking at the little girl she had been and the woman she would become all at the same time. Even Middle Daughter was a bit misty about it. She taught me to tie my shoes, MD said wistfully as we exited the temple, and now she's all grown up.
Afterwards, a group of us went out to lunch to celebrate the 13th birthday of another girl in the bunch. Her family had moved away last year to the family farm, and all the girls now attend different middle schools, and so it had been a while since they had all been together. They sat at one table while we moms sat nearby to marvel at the half-familiar creatures laughing and giggling before us.
How did this happen? we wondered again and again. Somehow, seeing my own daughter changing just didn't drive the point home the way that seeing all of them together did. Look at Julie! Maggie is so tall! Jessica is so curvy! It was like looking into the future, only it wasn't the future.
That night was the party. Dinner. Dancing. Tropical theme. Middle Daughter put on the sherbert-green halter dress with the shell trim, and tucked a fresh hibiscus behind her ear. I dropped her off at the fancy restaraunt with an ache in my heart I couldn't quite define.
How was the party? I asked when I picked her up, at an hour past even my bedtime.
It was awesome!! she exclaimed. They taped bubble wrap to the dance floor and we got to jump on it!!
And I knew that, for a while longer at least, she would still be my little girl.
Awww! I'm all teary eyed. What a great piece!
Aw, thanks. You should have seen me sniffling when her parents got up and gave their speech. I'm such a softie sometimes.
I don't want my little girl to grow up!!!!! waaaaaah!!
I know!! It goes by so fast. Two weeks ago she went to a party with BOYS. Although when DH asked her about it, she just said, "they were stupid."
I feel this way when Jess puts on her choir gown. It's like, "Gasp! She's young WOMAN!"
2006-04-16 11:38 am (UTC)
ok thats it! as older sister i am putting my foot down. no more parties, no more growing up, no more dances, and God help the next boy that comes near her. i dont have a tractor for just farming! and i dont have access to a gun case for protection only. :) luv ya