Even though I love the band this entry is more or less our own version of "should I stay or should I go." Let's just say the Waddell Casbah has been rocked (I much prefer to "rock the cash bar" as my frat brothers used to say). That little transition of Jessie's from little girl to "tween" has now officially happened.
This all began yesterday afternoon when Jessie informed us that she had been invited to go to the mall this evening with some girl friends from school....with only one parent....who would not be with them 100 percent of the time. Friday night. The thirteenth. The mall. Where hoodlums (read: teenage boys) hang out. My daughter. Practically alone.
My first instinct besides handcuffing her to the chair she was sitting in was to say absolutely 100 percent without a shadow of a doubt no way, no how, never, never , never in your wildest dream. Joan? I wonder what in the hell happened to the mother that always carried The Accessory (otherwise known as Jessie) around whenever she went shopping never letting the child out of her sight (hence the nickname). This is the very same woman who frets over Ben getting into any body of water with me including the bathtub. And once she nearly put a feline we had at the time into orbit when she discovered it in Jessie's crib.
Her words: "I think it'll be okay." Let's just say a train in vain left the station and there was no opportunity for a clampdown.
As it turns out it this was much ado about nothing. Jessie is at the mall as I type this and should return home before dark. Though it's not truly a "give 'em enough rope" situation we've reached that point where we have to start the process of letting our daughter prove her maturity and this is the first test of many. More than likely this is something we won't have to go through with Ben which in all honesty is an outstanding blessing.
Letting her go. The words make me shiver. If you'll excuse me now I need to fetch a bottle of aspirin and a glass of wine.
Friday, February 13, 2009