Home Sweet Home
So I don't know what you did last night, but I enjoyed a lovely and caring phone call from an old friend.
An acquaintance from our old community called me up and chatted with me for a bit about the heartwarming topic of my daughter's skirt length. Apparently word has got it back that I allow my child to wear skirts slightly above the knee.
The caller apologized and was so sorry and she hopes she did not embarrass me, but she really cares about me and wanted me to know that it is going to be very difficult for both my daughter and myself if I continue to be this lax in parenting. If we decide to move back to our old community, as she knows we are planning to do, my child will be an outcast and all because of me. First of all, my daughter will certainly want to wear more outrageous things like cleavage-baring tops and miniskirts and what am I going to say when she insists on these things because she will be hormone -crazy and out of control? And do I want her to become Modern Orthodox? Do I really want to go down that path? Do I want her to have a boyfriend at 13? And do I know that the school for those Modern-Orthodox children is filled with drugs and co-ed sleepover parties which often end up in police involvement? And the regular frum school has already expelled two girls this year for talking to boys, did I know that? So will I please take a good long look at what I want for my child and maybe speak to my mashpia?
I did try to interject a few times and say that my daughter will be fine, she is not interested in boyfriends, she attends a co-ed Modern Orthodox school here and is not exposed to drugs or orgies. But it was kind of futile. At the end I just gave in and said I would give it some serious thought and of course, speak to my mashpia.
Then I told my husband about the conversation. It was a lovely evening all around. I can't wait to move back to my hometown and drop a few hundred bucks again on some long denim skirts.
But enough about me, LiveJournal. How about you? What did you do last night? Step on a beehive? Fly to Australia with a crying infant? Get a tooth drilled while finishing your income taxes? Tell me about your day.