For those of you just tuning in to the blog, I have a daughter named Lolly who can be equally raunchy as she is enchanting. The most fun (sarcarsm) times are when she bounces back and forth between them, she’s a moody little thing (yes, we know where she gets it from). : )
The Raunchy Lolly flares up when it’s time to get ready and go somewhere important. She senses a shift of energy from calm and balanced to probably ME…I’m sprucing up, getting dressed, paying attention to my face and my clothes (and not her), and so she starts acting out. It’s a formula that does not change, but I am going to try to get better at adding a different ingredient so that we avoid Raunchy Lolly.
This particular evening she started having a fit about two pieces of her outfit: her tights and her bow belt. Now, I did not spring this outfit on her. She tried it on-a few different versions, and also wore the tights and the dress just the day before for her flute concert, so I prepared her well for the moment when she would wear it for real. I tried several responses:
~Don’t do this. I let you wear tons of different outfits that you pick out every day, all the time, I am picking it out when it’s a performance.
~You look like a present-it’s a bow! A present! It’s Christmas! get it?
~Just think of it as a costume.
~You can take it off as SOON as you’re done singing.
~Listen lady, we are getting paid to perform (lie), and remember when you do a little job the rules are that you wear whatever the people want you to wear? WELL, the girl who is in charge of this and asked us to sing, emailed me to tell me specifically that she wanted you to wear those shoes, those tights, that dress, sweater and belt, (lie) and so because we are getting paid to do a job (lie), we are professional, and we do what the boss says.
That seemed to shut her up.
It was seriously so stressful, and then as soon as we were in the cab she was la-la-la Lolly again.
Luckily I’ve had lots of practice with this, so I shook it off.
Once we got to the concert everything seemed to go fine. The girls and I regrouped during the number before ours. I was in the foyer straightening belts, putting hair behind ears and fixing headbands, when this little girl, who was probably around 11 years old, and looked like an older version of Phoebe, came walking over to Lolly and said all spunky and authoritative-like:
“Do you know what I would do with this outfit you’re wearing? First, I would take the sweater and put it on the OUTSIDE of the bow….”
I interrupted her just then saying who-knows-what, but my look and my tone seemed to get her out of the picture because she quickly retreated. I didn’t have time to explain the Raunchy-Lolly-Getting-Dressed-Situation from earlier that evening, and I was trying to concentrate on getting ready to perform.
And perform we did, Do You Hear What I Hear? Arranged by John Andrew Tarbet:
Believe it or not, we did have a soundcheck, in which my microphone was indeed plugged in. I feel bad Phoebz mic wasn’t hot enough…but it was a down-to-the-minute production with some details falling through the cracks…like, plugged in microphones. ; )
I’m always pleased to perform with my girls, and so glad the pressure of instrument-playing and pleasing teachers was OUT of the mix this night. I hope that performing together is a tradition that never fades away for us.