Today I had lunch with daughter.
I am in the art room with the 4th graders.
Can I say it is really loud in here?
It is REALLY loud in here.
This is the second 4th grade class of the day. I don’t know if it is the cold weather or Wednesday or what. But we are obviously having a voice and body control issue in the 4th grade.
I need a break. I walk over to my computer and sneak a peek at the Blackberry. I see a text from daughter who is home on Regents week break: Mom! Where is the money? I am going shopping!
CRAP! I forgot to leave the $50 I have of daughter’s Christmas money.
I text: You will have to come by and get it. Sorry!
I cannot afford to stand here and text back and forth with the 4th graders in this kinesthetic state. I duck down and make a sneak phone call. “Listen.” I say. “You have to come by, ok?”
“Ok.” she says. “In a while.”
I go back to the 4th graders, soon to be leaving as the 5th graders come in.
A little later and I have forgotten about the daughter money drop by.
I am standing in my classroom with my back to the door, shaking my head as the 5th graders are even MORE of a management problem than the 4th graders are today.
I get a TAP TAP TAP on the shoulder.
I whip around to see who is out of their seat with my eyes cast slightly downward to 5th grade level. But when I turn around my eyes meet the shoulders of a whole grown up person.
It’s daughter!
“Daughter!” I say. And I flash her my best mama smile.
“Yes mom.” she says.
Really, she seems so big in this room now. Once upon a time she attended this school. When I was teaching in the classroom, her 3rd grade classroom was right next to mine.
The 5th graders gather around. “Is that your daughter, Ms V?”
“Duh. They look just like each other!!”
“Shut up!”
“No, you shut up!”
Yeah. It’s that kind of day.
Daughter asks if she can stay awhile. “Sure.” I say. And we sit down in the teacher chairs at the front of the classroom.
“It’s funny sitting here with you there.”
She smiles.
“So how are you mama?” she asks.
It has been A DAY. I tell her what one can reasonably tell their daughter about their grown up day feelings.
She listens. Daughter is a GREAT listener.
I ask her how she is doing. She tells me of the saga of going to the mall with her friend. And how it is too cold to go to Kings Plaza mall.
I ask, “Why don’t you just go to Atlantic?”
“I don’t know.” she says. “I am trying to stick to the plan we already made.”
That daughter. So honorable.
“Well, maybe you could just ask her about going to Atlantic?”
Daughter texts Friend. Friend texts back that Friend Mother is not comfortable with her traveling that far on the subway.
When this happens it always kind of blows my mind. How can you live in NYC and not be comfortable with your teenage kid traveling on the subway? Or maybe that is just me. Being a FT working single mom, what choice did I really have, anyway?
“Maybe I can meet her on the train?” daughter asks.
“Maybe.” I say.
She texts. Still Friend Mother is uncomfortable. I am thinking Friend Mother must have a car and do a lot of driving. I am also thinking Friend does not live in Brownstone Brooklyn.
“Where does she live?”
“Mill Basin.” daughter answers.
AH-HA! I knew it.
“Maybe you should just stick to the plan you originally made.” I say. I feel a little bad that I seemed to introduce confusion.
“Yeah.” she says.
Then she asks, “What do you have next?”
“Lunch!” I say. “Then the 2nd graders. Then 3rd graders.”
I think a minute. “Want to get pizza?” I ask.
“Sure.” she says.
WOO! Daughter pizza lunch surprise! I call the 5th graders to the rug and dismiss them. “Let’s go!” I say. And we grab all our 17-degree gear and bundle on out of there.
As we are leaving we pass several in-awe teachers who have not seen daughter since she was in 5th grade. One of them stops us and beholds the daughter.
“Whoa.” he says. And he grabs my shoulder. “Whoa.”
I smile a HUGE mama smile. “I KNOW.” I say.
Because really, she is breathtaking.
Daughter is a little embarrassed but I hope inside she feels good about this attention she is getting from these people. These people who have known the girl and now see the young woman.
We get to the pizza place and order two cheese slices. Daughter says, “This is really good pizza.”
I say, “This is 3rd avenue in Brooklyn.”
She laughs.
As we finish she gets up before me. I look up at her and I tell her, “You really are beautiful.”
“Thanks mama.” she says.
We get to the front of the school and I have to go in and take care of more teacher business.
“Thanks for coming by!” I say. “Text me when you get to Kings Plaza.”
“Ok!” she says, walking away. “Love you!”
“Love you too daughter!” I say.
Love you. Oh yes I do.