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My mom called. She heard the PA Ballet was doing Cinderella. Guess who she wanted to take? So the three of us girls went together. This was an excellent idea, particularly because F was in NYC overnight, so this gave us something fun to do.

After a challenging morning of trying to get her (my child, not my mother) to do things and arguing about it, we finally left the house and were in plenty of time to catch our train, especially considering it was late. We stood in the rainy wind and shivered - luckily I had cruelly forced my child to wear not just long sleeves but also a rain jacket - but we survived and read our Zootopia book twice on the train. When we got to the station, my mom was waiting for us, and Freya was delighted to see her. We walked all the way to the Academy (because the train was late and the weather was poor, I had calculated our route and figured out both the fastest way to get there and how to take the underground tunnels as far as we could to minimize the poor weather part). Freya happily walked the whole way, providing further evidence in support of my theory that she's only tired when she's paying attention to being tired.

Mom had shelled out for us to have a balcony box, so we had a great view. Freya was super-excited. Most of the other little girls had worn dressy clothes; Freya had insisted on wearing her Cinderella dress (technically a nightgown I got on sale at Kohl's, with a picture of Disney's animated Cinderella on it). I did not even try to fight this notion but immediately agreed that of course that's what she must wear. (Another mom and her little girl, wearing a ballet outfit complete with a stiff tutu skirt, came over to say hi afterward; I wanted to commend her on supporting creative and appropriate fashion choices.) Most of the other little girls sitting near us were fidgety during the show, but not my girl. Freya did great at the Nutcracker last year, and that was only an hour long, and she totally proved that she can sit through an even longer show this time, staying completely riveted to the stage.

The ballet itself was great. Cinderella was played by So Jung Chin, who is clearly headed great places - so talented and sweet! The stepsisters were played by Charles Askegard and Ian Hussey and they were fantastic. I remembered Ian from my subscriber days at the PA Ballet but I hadn't known he was so funny; Charles Askegard is the Ballet Master on the staff and from his bio it sounds like he's past his prime in dancing terms (he was principal dancer in NY in the 1990s) but he's clearly still got it. Freya laughed and laughed at their antics, and when asked about her favorite part, she always mentions something about the stepsisters tripping each other, falling down, or dancing silly. (The next day I broke it to her that the stepsisters had been played by men. Her mind was blown but she got on board with the idea pretty quickly.)

Afterward, we went to Marathon Grill for lunch, then caught our train. Freya was heartbroken to say goodbye to her Mom-Mom, but I consoled her by taking her downstairs to wave to Mom-Mom across the train tracks. Then on our train we met up with F, who had just caught the bus back from NYC. Perfect timing. Later, having missed her nap, she fell asleep on top of me on the couch. Poor buddy. A really great day.

Date: 2016-10-26 02:08 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
I am constantly delighted to read about the things you and F introduce to her at a young age. Then I am even more delighted to read how she responds to them.

She's growing up with a love for words and colors and sounds and all of it alive and happening in real life.

I'm not at all averse to TV or Internet viewing because they have their opportunities, too. With you having a young child at this time in society when so much is advancing so rapidly I see life for you is going to be a whirlwind as you constantly try to make the best possible choices with the best possible information and at times you will throw all to the wind and do what is least exhausting.

(That was all one sentence, wasn't it? Ah, well. I long ago decided that you'd forgive my lack of any kind of sentence structure and punctuation for the simple reason I love your girl.)

Are you and F keeping any journals? Are you archiving the things you write here? There will come times when communications get cloudy and young memories grasp fleeting impressions more than boring facts and it is the impressions that will be remembered. Having these things for her to read might just be helpful for you all in the years to come.

Date: 2016-10-26 03:02 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
I do love reading your comments :)

I actually make a point of continuing these LJ posts, even with everything else going on, so that I'll have a record in years to come (for myself even more than for her), and I do archive it periodically. Facebook is harder, since status updates are so ephemeral. Some of them we do write down, and F was tweeting his Frey-of-the-Day posts for a while so they'd all be in one place.

We've kept a baby journal for her since she was born--it has 365 pages and five spots on each page to write a couple sentences, so you can use the same book for five years. It's fun to flip to the next page and see what she was doing on this day 4, 3, 2 years ago. I also keep a personal journal where I try to remember the best stuff, but she doesn't get to read that for a long long time. :)
Edited Date: 2016-10-26 03:02 pm (UTC)

Date: 2016-10-26 07:52 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
"I do love reading your comments :)"

Thank you! What a sweet thing to say.

I should have known you two would have it covered! The idea to write your own thoughts is exceptional. What a beautiful way to continue talking with her for the rest of her life.

I was talking with my oldest friend the other day. We've known one another since we were 18. Given how frequently my family moved it is a tiny, heartwarming miracle to have a friend I had known and loved for so long. We have spent so much time communicating via email. Of late we have been talking for hours at a time. She has been dealing with the realities of death in the family so now she is turning to me for a while. I turned to her years ago for much the same reason.

She told me she was sorry she was not physically closer and I agreed. Then I reminded her of some of the great friendships that were maintained through letter writing in the past. How those letters were filled with life and need and insight. I felt our own letter writing was the same process with the same result. Friends were sending the contents of their hearts. That the contents were merely little lines on good paper made no difference at all to them. It was the communication, the sharing that was important. She felt better after that and you came to mind as I had been writing to her. That immersion in the written word with the will and skill to have the ink flow straight from pen to heart.


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