|What does this have to do with skiing? Read on and find out.|
She's on the annual 6th grade ski trip that her school has every year. It's a sort of end of primary school ritual, usually done in the Spring, but this year the fun has come early. Right before the Christmas rush...how convenient!
So, just how can I describe the excitement she felt about participating? Well, let's see. Eight days before leaving she told me, "We need to pack. Now. There are only 8 days left!" It's been like the countdown to Christmas. "We need to pack, only 7 days left, we need to pack, only 6 days left, we need to pack, only 5 days left"...well, you get the picture. Of course everyone knows that in kid-speak "we need to pack" means "Mom, you need to pack my stuff".
When did I actually pack? The day before, like any
In spite of the late packing, we did manage to get her to the bus on time. And that's the last I've heard since Sunday.
But then this morning she called. I wasn't expecting her to, since when I gave her some money for the phone, she asked me if she really had to call. I told that, no, not if it would cause her such suffering. She didn't have to, but it would be nice. She said, very wisely for an 11 year old, that why call if she was having fun and that no news is good news, etc., etc.
But she did call. Even though she was having fun. And the conversation went something like this:
Me: So, are you having a good time?
Princess V: Uh huh.
Me: So, what have you been doing? ( I half expected her to say "Well duh, skiing").
Princess V: Skiing and other activities...and swimming. (Hm, swimming in the dead of winter, okay, I know it's still autumn, but it sure feels like winter. Kids running around with wet hair, brilliant idea!)
Me: And what about the dance? (There's always a dance...with real boys!)
Princess V: Oh, that's today.
Me: So, which boy are you going to dance with?
Princess V: Oh we're not dancing with the boys!
Me: So, who are you dancing with then?
Princess V: With my friends. The girls dance with the girls and the boys dance with the boys.
Me: Okay, well, have fun.
Ah, the innocence of being eleven and not dancing with boys!
Princess V: Mamá?
Princess V: There are some older boys here, a whole year older, that are bothering us. (A whole year older! Heavens to Betsy!)
Me: Oh, well, that's probably because they like you. That's what boys do when they like girls. They act all silly and stuff.
Princess V: But they say stuff to us.
Me: Like what?
Princess V: I'd better not tell you.
Me: What? Do they say you're cute or something?
Princess V: Kind of. But not so nice.
Me: Or do they say you're hot and things like that?
Princess V: Well, sort of.
Me: Oh well, just ignore them.
Princess V: We try, but it's not that easy...
Sigh. This is the end of the age of innocence.
I can only imagine what those twelve year old boys were saying to Princess V and her friends, but knowing kids these days, it's probably better if I don't know.