I’ve talked about this before but Blitzen has a really hard time when fun things end. Andrew and I have tried to keep doing what we’ve always enjoyed doing (well, maybe we’ve started doing what we’ve always enjoyed doing again) with Blitzen. (I tend to block out that bleak, lonely, awful first year of hibernation when all we could do was make it to the park and library.) So there have been more plays and concerts. Which is great – we love them and she loves them. This weekend we saw A Raisin in the Sun and it was amazing. Blitzen brought a friend and both girls were really engaged, lots of questions and good discussion – they enjoyed themselves immensely. Last night we saw Idina Menzel in concert at Radio City Music Hall and again, Blitzen brought a friend. And again, a super time was had by all.
And then it is over. And Blitzen tries to pick a fight with me before we reach the exit. Why can’t we take a cab? Why didn’t you remind me to bring a sweater? Why won’t you take me backstage to meet Idina? You are so mean, I hate you, you never do anything fun with me.
That last one is my favorite. Really makes me want to transport B back to the 70s when I was growing up. First of all, my mother who loves me dearly was not / is not what you’d call playful. You wanted to play, find a sibling or a friend and go outside – away from her. Secondly, I didn’t see a broadway play until I was 22. I try to do fun things with Blitzen, I really do. But it is hard for her to see it sometimes.
So I’ve been practicing dropping my end of the rope. You can’t play tug of war unless both people participate and I remind myself each day to ‘let it go’ to quote Idina.