I picked Emmie up from school after this morning’s little fiasco and she seemed as cheerful as ever. She and a new friend, Eleanor, scooted towards home together, leaving me to bond with Eleanor’s dad over parenting pleasantries — “how is she finding school?” “where do they get their energy?”
As we trudged toward our street, parting ways with Eleanor and her dad over promises of playdates, I quelled the urge to interrogate Emmie about the day’s activities. I held my tongue until we were settled on the living room couch. Yet what I thought might be a heart to heart turned out to be nothing of the sort. Our conversation went something like this:
Emilie, I noticed you didn’t sing in church today.
No, I didn’t sing.
Well all the other children were singing, why didn’t you?
I didn’t like the song.
You didn’t sing because you didn’t like the song?
Yes, and because I didn’t feel like singing.
Oh, right. Well, um…
That was pretty much the end of the conversation. In Emilie’s own words: FAIL. She did go on to say a few things about not liking church and not liking Jesus, and I was about to get an exorcist on speed dial until I realised that was just her way of venting and expressing her frustration.
I did manage to get a few smiles and giggles out of her and all seems well again. For now. I have a meeting with her teacher tomorrow afternoon and I am hoping for a positive report.