Every Monday morning a local grocery store offers a Free Donuts and Coffee Event for seniors in their café. Once a month the women in my neighborhood head over and catch up on “what’s happening”.
This past Monday just 4 of us met. Two were Grandmothers and were eligible for the free goodies, and two were not. Our common thread was that we were all Mother’s of Daughters – 10 daughters were represented. The youngest daughter is 11 years old and the oldest daughter just had one of her sons get married this past summer. Quite a span.
We shared what we were reading and I added to my list and mentioned my last book review. We talked about what we were cooking these days and how we were preparing for each Holiday coming up. One mother and father were taking their three daughters for the very first major family vacation – New Zealand, because her 22 year old twins are graduating from college this spring and it just seemed a great adventure – the best thing to do.
All four of our houses are in a row; we also shared who could use the empty houses for extra beds and driveway space on our alley width street. And we shared our treats with each other, except one daughter was selling wreaths at her school and we already had those in place by the doors. The shared cookies will come when all can participate and after the piano recital is completed.
We also discussed how some of the piano students refused to play Holiday Music this time of the year, because of their backgrounds and religious beliefs. How to celebrate the diversity and accomplish the theory goals of the lessons? If we could all sit around the table and embrace 4 diverse celebrations, why was it so hard for others?
We often have great conversations about how to solve the world problems. This time I offered to share my Food, Inc DVD with them and we thought about good food to nourish our families.
We do not often come to any hard or fast conclusions, and we do get very involved with how we can be our best in the world and “good” mothers.
This time our little groups did draw some very fine conclusions about daughters. We could all agree that for each of our children, 5th grade was such a wonderful year for them. They were confident and respectful, they were starting to understand history, they just all seemed to love being alive, they were creative, they were not afraid, and their love was such a joy and just did not seem to have huge limitations or definitions.
They all thought that their Dads were the greatest and were their heroes.
They were enjoying the relationship they had with each of us. (Well, I had one child who was embarrassed to have me drop her off at school, so I let her out a block away – even in the rain)
Yes, we could all agree without hesitation that 5th grade was a very good year for daughters.
The 2 Grandmother’s reassured us that some of that wonderful time comes back as their daughter’s children approach 5th grade. We wish to believe this is true.
Why do you think 5th grade is such a good year for girls? Maybe it is not? When was your best year?
Do you get together with neighbors to figure out “what’s happening?”
Looking forward to your comments.