We’re having a slumber party chez Songbird tonight. Three classmates are here with The Princess. We have had pizza, charades, Game Cube, approximately five minutes of Pirates of the Carribbean, a few tears, minor fisticuffs, a gentle but firm laying down of the law, a few more tears, cake and ice cream, and now, harmony.
I don’t know about them, but I’m exhausted.
#2 Son wisely decamped to his father’s house, where they can watch the Olympics in peace. I hope they are watching the delightful medals ceremony for the Italian cross country relay team. You have to love the hair on the guy who anchored the team. It’s snowing, and I know the flags are going to start flying as soon — yes, there they are! They are all so excited!!
Pure Luck thinks we should all realize that borders and nations are manmade constructs and overcome them to recognize our common humanity. But I’m watching these happy Italians singing their anthem, which is pretty darned rousing, and I’m wondering what the harm is? If it were only like being on the Blue team at Camp Alleghany, I guess there wouldn’t be any. After all, we didn’t turn WMDs on the Grey team. We just sang jolly songs about our competitions. And each team had a song to sing in appreciation of the other.
The Princess has expressed concerns about Pure Luck’s philosophy. She feels that one world with one government would not have the appropriate protections in place. “If something was going wrong somewhere, if some group was being bad to some other group, where would you go for help? The help would be you!”
How do we sort it out, when what one fifth grade girl calls “a tap on the shoulder” leaves another fifth grade girl feeling injured in spirit, and a punch in the stomach results? The Princess wanted to talk through the whole event. I could hear her trying to counsel them through it. She wanted each girl to take responsibility for her part in the situation. This was going nowhere. I asserted my maternal authority, which the others seemed relieved to hear, but this is what caused my daughter to cry. We adjourned to the kitchen.
I explained that I thought they would not come to a happy resolution by discussing the events. Some people, I explained, are just not taught to take responsibility. She nodded slowly. I think, I said, you need to go with what I said. Either you find a way to have fun together or everyone will have to go home.
She agreed, and as it turns out my strategy succeeded.
But I see her becoming an interesting little women, my Princess. She is earnest, and I fear that means disappointments for her. She wants to fight her own battles, and I respect that even though I stepped in tonight. She is determined and thoughtful and kindly-spoken, a powerhouse girl.
I am so proud of her.