She's just a baby
Wednesday, September 04, 2013
Tomorrow and Thursday evenings I will be with our friends, as they try to make something approximating the Jewish high holidays.
At these events, I will do my damnedest to keep my self together.
I am seething with rage and impotence. How bad is this? Imagine your worst nightmare. Your worst loss. The worst ache of your heart.
You are still in the junior league.
But don't feel bad about me. I'm just the beloved auntie. My presence provides assistance to the parents, gives that amazing, stubborn, willful beast of a child just one more target for her defiance.
And I'm good being that. Cuddle me only as a last resort, tease me in the meantime, drive me crazy.
But please, Becca, oh please. Keep being here to exasperate me. Please keep being that contrary little thug who loves best on her own terms.
You're a thug. Please, for all of us, keep being a thug.
I can't imagine life without you.