So after a brief tearful meltdown, and then instructions to my husband about not looking at me like I’m a weirdo when I’m crying about things that make no sense to him (he claims to have been marveling at the difference between men and women- I told him marvel on his own time- when your wife is crying you must look upon her with empathy and pat her hand and say “there, there”) I decided I needed some girl time with my best girl. So I picked out some festive clothes for Em and we set off into the Black Friday world with no real pressure to accomplish one specific thing, but hoping to get a little shopping done while shaking off the blues.
Without even trying to we created a new tradition. I’m sure we’ll be doing this for years to come. It was the first year Emma was old enough to be trusted with seeing the other family members gifts. (I think. I hope.) We giggled a lot about how silly the boys are and how much fun we were having without them. I told her the story of my tearful meltdown and how daddy shook his head at me in disbelief, and she said- “Oh mom, I know exactly what you’re talking about. I’ve seen you with Aunt Anne- I know why you need your sister.” Then later I found this really, ridiculously good deal on a case with 45 eye shadows. For $5. And I loved it. I was about to put it in the cart-
“Mom, who are you getting that for?”
“Um, well, I guess I was getting it for me.” (she nods knowingly)
“That’s what I thought. Guess you better put it back, huh?”
(gulp)”Yep, guess so. Thanks for keeping me honest.”
Turns out the sisterhood I needed was available in my daughter. Amazing.