Saturday, July 01, 2006

Baltimore

Down and back in the same day, and 4 hours with Maisie in between--enough to give a chick the kind of hangover you get with no alcohol.

Liam and I met Maisie's Dad and his girlfriend and their neighbors at the performance center. We'd stopped to pick up flowers and a bag stuffed with candy--flowers wilt, after all--and I couldn't find Maisie before the show; the organizers had anticipated unruly, distracting parents. So we stood in the lobby, and Maisie's Dad shepherded Liam around proudly as he never does in private, Mr. Social Progressive toting around the cute brown kid. Pissed me off, because Liam deserves the real deal, and wants it desperately from Maisie's Dad. Girlfriend introduced me to the neighbors--lovely people, older and literary--saying, "This is Maisie's mom," and all the eyes lit up--tasty eye gossip: the ex-and the girlfriend, the parsing and owning of little moments. And so when Maisie's Dad walked back to us with Liam and said to Girlfriend, "You look beautiful today," I plugged it into the mental map of How We Play Out to onlookers. These scenes exhaust me; I feel awkward breathing.

And then, blessedly, the lights went down and the kids climbed onto the stage, and Maisie spotted us and smiled, and I wondered if she was exploding inside like I remember doing when I spotted my own mother after having been away; all I wanted was to feel the knit balls of her Irish sweater against my cheek--to breathe in that wool, that scent of security. But Maisie's not that way; she keeps herself in check until later, in private, when she'll burst out with, "Mommy!" She performed perfectly as the Little Prince, and later sang in a quiet group tune that reduced me to tears; nothing sweeter than the warbly sounds of children's voices.

Afterwards we went out for Chinese food, and Maisie's Dad started to order for her--ribs and an egg roll. "Is that what you want?" I asked her. "No," she said, "I want garlic chicken and a spring roll," which she always orders when she's with me. So I ordered it for her, canceling the ribs and egg roll. "But you always want ribs here," her Dad said. "I just feel like something else today," she said, and he shrugged and got quiet, as if this was an act of betrayal. He tends to guilt her; he does it right in front of me, then denies later that's what he was doing. She looked utterly miserable, and I wondered if she even really liked garlic chicken and spring rolls, or if that was just the Mom-landscape order. Couldn't help but think of that Julia Roberts flick about the bride who didn't even know what kind of eggs she liked because she professed to like whatever her latest beau liked. Maisie mouthed, "Can't I come home?" and I mouthed back, "One more week, honey," and she turned and looked out the window, blinking fast. We said goodbye and she had The Smile locked in--I see her do it with her Dad when she's saying goodbye, and then she sobs when he's gone.

I can't make her life simpler. I just wish, given that, I could give her the courage to say who she is instead of pausing to wonder what the adults in front of her would prefer she be. (I think I was, oh, 35 before I summoned that kind of courage myself.) She worries constantly--even about choosing Chinese over Italian. "What would YOU like?" she kept asking me, then her Dad, then me again. "I'd like what YOU'd like," I kept saying, but she was near tears, so I chose the Chinese, thinking it was what she really wanted. Who knows? "The feelings of adults are not your responsibility," I keep telling her at home, watching her struggle with this. "Your feelings are important, and it's your job to pay attention to them. Grownups have to take care of their own feelings." She nods.

Miss the kid dreadfully.

8 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Your daughter makes me think of a little Princess, not just for the way she looks (you posted a picture some time ago) but also for her ways. I got the idea that she is naturally charming and elegant and a sensitive girl. I was impressed by how she worries about her parents' happiness or approval.
I only have sons and they are very different: they ask for what they want simply and clearly. Luckily they also inundate their mummy with kisses and with "I love you".
Nonetheless I agree with the last comment ot the previous post: children have to grow up and slowly have to leave their family to go and see the world. For mine, so far, the family is everything.

PS - You certainly don't need a foregner to tell you that this post was very well written and descriptive of a certain situation.

11:41 AM  
Blogger Anne said...

it is incredible to read about these moments, because i relate in such a strong way. oh, the things we could share.
my heart does ache so, sometimes. so tough to see them suffer and be brave, when dealing with their separate parents.

12:13 PM  
Blogger Grumpy Old Man said...

She nailed the rĂ´le.

When my oldest daugher was five, and visiting me, she suddenly said, "I wish there were two."

"Two what?" I asked.

"Two of me, so one could live with you and one could live with Mommy."

It hurts in the heart, but she has both of you, and she's stronger than you fear and has a wise mother.

My daughter flourished. So will Maisie, even if times aren't always easy.

5:17 PM  
Blogger WarriorM said...

That makes me sad and it makes me think of my own sons who often say, "what do YOU want mom?" Wanting so desparately to please me. I'm not sure how to teach them to be okay with their own choices. Yet another tough aspect of parenting. We'll probably figure it all out when it's much too late and they're in therapy anyway! :-)

Thanks for the kind words. The family drama just gets so overwhelming sometimes. We're hanging in there and headed to California the 5th. We probably won't be settled in a real home until the end of July! I'm dealing rather well with the transition considering!

5:40 PM  
Blogger nancy =) said...

oh, the agony...yours and hers...i'm so sorry for all of it...really...

love you...

peace...

7:23 AM  
Blogger sjobs said...

Girl, it amazes me every summer you when have to deal with the transitions of Maisie being gone for sosuch long periods of time. I don't think I could deal with it.

You are wonderful and Maisie will come out of these experiences a stronger woman. She has a wonderful role model in you.

Love ya,

Mary

8:55 AM  
Blogger sttropezbutler said...

And I could feel it also.

You are amazing with words dear. Just amazing.

STB

PS That should be published!

9:36 AM  
Blogger taza said...

ditto to STB's last comment....you write so incredibly well!

10:44 PM  

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