Mr.Kitt-en called me this evening as he was leaving work just like he does every day. He asked me if there was anything he could pick up for me on the way home and I told him that I’d just gotten an email from my daughter’s teacher saying that all the kids need to get Chromebook ear buds because several of them are missing or not working after surviving half a year with rowdy 4th graders using them. We talked while he was on his way to Best Buy to get these and as he was parking he asked me if there was any particular type he needed to get and I knew right away that Little Miss was going to have a very specific pair of ear buds in mind and if Mr.Kitt-en did not deliver exactly what she had in mind, she would be mortified and fret about it all night and possibly for days to come. We decided she should probably describe them to him before he went in the store. I yelled to her upstairs and told her to pick up the phone. I cannot express to you the sheer joy I got from listening to her try to explain to him exactly what these ear buds had to look like. Eventually he went in the store and started describing what choices she had and she was not having any of them. They had to be black and white with a black rubber thingy at the end with two gray lines and the cord needed to say “Chromebook” on it. As he tried to explain to her that none of them said “Chromebook” she started getting really exasperated with him. “Do you even know what a Chromebook is, Dad?”, she asked. She’s only in the 4th grade and apparently she’s already approaching the age where she thinks we’re old and out of touch. Last week when we were watching The Amazing Race they had a challenge where they had to put letter blocks in a printer box and then use an old printing press to make a newspaper type of poster like they used to have to do long, long before I was born. She asked us if we still remembered how to use “those things”. Both girls still marvel that we lived “in the 1900’s”.
I got off track. The conversation that took place was awesome. Just as soon as it seemed like he might have some sort of understanding as to what these ear buds should look like, she’d add in another tiny detail. “They have to have flat, clear tips.” The list went on and on. He’d describe something and she’d say “Oh my gosh…NO” before he could even finish. To be clear, she isn’t being an entitled little diva about the ear buds. If she were making such demands just for the sake of getting what she wanted it wouldn’t fly for a second. No, this comes more from a place of incessant worrying about having something that might possibly be even the slightest bit different from anyone else in the class lest she stands out and every person in the classroom thinks she’s a freak (which has never happened to her or anyone else I know of at this school).
I can’t wait to see what he comes home with. I sure hope he chooses correctly because unlike Elsa, this child is one who will not under any circumstances “let it go”. I feel sorry for Mr.Kitt-en sometimes. He’s got a houseful of girls. Even the dog. He still has so many years left of the crazy emotional ups and downs that only girls can deliver. You know, the kind that will bring you to your knees? The insane, gut-wrenching, fear inducing emotional roller coaster of puberty hasn’t even started. Well, or in my case, menopause (thank God I’m not there yet). Listening to their convo just filled my heart with compassion for my sweet husband. Except I know he loves every second of it. Okay, almost every second.
Raising these little humans is challenging, scary, always changing, and so freaking rewarding. I probably won’t remember that phone call 5 years from now. I might not even remember it 5 months from now. But today that 7 minute phone call gave me just a few minutes to pause and give thanks for all of the terrific things parenting brings with it. Today it came by way of a 4th grade little pumpkin who is hell-bent on having an exact replica of the ear buds she wore for the first half of the school year so she doesn’t draw attention to herself. I’m so glad I didn’t miss that exchange. I’m also glad I’m not the one bringing home a new pair of ear buds. Prayers that Mr.Kitt-en got it right.
Currently playing in the soundtrack of my mind: Black Velvet by Alannah Miles, simply because somewhere in the post above I used the phrase “bring-you-to-your-knees”. That’s all it took. Boom. Black Velvet…if you please.