I hate it when people ask me if I’m ok when I am. It makes me feel defensive. The mother of Akiva’s play date (uggh, for any number of reasons) asked me that as I was picking the boys up from the school. (She met me there to give me the boy’s car seat.) She seems to think that because play dates are new to me, I must be struggling with the practicalities of them — or maybe the emotional letting go. (Little does she know…) Or maybe she just expects me to be perky all the time. Ugh. I said, “I’m fine. This is just how I am.” It felt so weird. She’s very intense.
So’s her damn kid. She’s teaching him how to play the piano, except she doesn’t know anything about music. She downloaded something from the internet that substitutes numbers for notes, so the kid is just reading a series of numbers. She’s put numbered stickers on the keys of her upright piano, and that’s how he knows what note to play. As soon as he arrived here, he made a beeline for our piano and proceeded to play his entire repertoire over and over, mistakes and all. He made some comment about the keys not having stickers on them. (“But that’s a priceless Steinway!”) In the process, he was ignoring Akiva entirely. Finally I told him that after the next song, the piano was going to go to sleep for a while.
Another peeve is about the play date concept in general. I know I’ve bleated about this before. Back in my day (!) we didn’t have play dates, we just played. When we were bored, we went out into the neighborhood and rang our friends’ doorbells till we found someone who wanted to hang out. I hate that I have to be the social secretary in order for my son to have companionship. Is it like this everywhere now? What happened to unstructured play?