If I am driving home from somewhere after dark, or any time after 4:30 pm in my neck of the woods, I make it routine to take detours down rarely travelled streets to look at Christmas Lights. The first time I attempted this with my family was a couple of weeks ago, not every house had their lights up, but it was beginning to look a lot like Christmas and we had some time to kill. So I started driving and pointing out lights, ooh-ing and aww-ing the whole time, but my husband and daughter were rolling their eyes. Can you believe that? J actually said, “Are we seriously doing this?” Um, yessir, we are. My daughter pipes up, “This is SO BORING.” Are these people kidding me? “BOR-ING.” She starts to sing, J egging her on.
Great. Just great. Ruin what could have been a great family moment of looking at Christmas lights (I know, I’m cheesy but there will be no apology for that!) by the complaints. So I give up and we head out for dinner, but I still had a few tricks up my sleeves. After dinner I took another detour, J gives me a look and I quickly say, shadup, it’s happening. I start pointing out houses – ooh, look at this one, aww, look at that tree - and so on. Then suddenly my daughter starts shouting and hopping up, pointing excitedly, at the top of her lungs:
“OH! Look at that ONE! OH! OH! Lights! OH! OH!”
This continued all the way home.
I sat in silence reflecting on the notion that my five year old was MOCKING me, and doing a pretty good job at it. I wasn’t sure whether I should laugh or cry or get mad, I chose to laugh and join in. But STILL. Is she not my daughter?
One day after school this week, I picked her up from school and took her out to do some errands, and on the way home took a detour up a street that I hadn’t been up yet. Well, Little Miss Mockery suddenly switched gears. After some driving in silence, slow driving to take in all the pretty lights, she suddenly piped up and said, “Look at the snowman on the house!” and then “How did they get the star all the way up that huge tree?” and so on, and so forth.
And Christmas was saved.
Last night J & I were watching The New Girl (do you watch that show? J claims they modelled Jess after me. Right.) and she took a drive down ‘Candy Cane Lane’ to take a look at Christmas lights. She was very excited and the guys all mocked her. I know how you feel Jess.