A Little Diplomacy

It’s been, the First Day of School week, on the upper east side.  Kids of all ages, with parents, grandparents, nannies in tow, dressed like tiny cadets…boys in blue blazers and miniature knackis, girls wearing jumpers, tights and brand new Mary Janes, armed with backpacks filled with spanking new school supplies.

You can almost smell the sharpened pencils, along with fresh polish on all those pint-sized penny loafers.

How exciting it all seems, except for one.

A little girl, kindergarten age, when ordered by her mother to stand still and smile for posterity, refuses. “NO”, she screams. “NO NO NO NO.”

Well Mom, in her snazzy suit, clearly off somewhere after her daughter’s academic debut, isn’t taking, NO, for an answer.

So sipping my 8th of coffee, on the corner of Park and 87th, I watch the all-time battle of wills.

Since NO, at the top of her lungs, isn’t working, Miss Camera Shy, starts to cry.  Mom doesn’t care, yelling, “I’m telling Daddy, what a bad girl you are, and on your first day no less.”


The kid, one couldn’t help but to admire, refuses to be bullied, now on the sidewalk, legs splayed, screaming three octaves higher.

Atta girl.  That’ll teach her.  When a girl’s not ready for her close-up, that should be that, after all.

An Asian mother with her daughter, the same age, is walking by.  Her child whispers something before breaking away, now crouching next to the girl having the meltdown.  I have no idea what’s discussed, but…the little lady gets up, taking her new pal’s tiny hand, the little diplomat that she is, before continuing on their way, the two mothers following.

There’s no more talk of picture taking, at least for the moment, but what I notice is, neither woman speaks to the other.

Think Gandhi verses Mussolini, in pumps.

As for me?  After spilling coffee all down my Monticello T-shirt, I guess from all the excitement, cheerfully go home to write.





About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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13 Responses to A Little Diplomacy

  1. That’s so sweet. Gotta love the understanding and maturity of some kids. In some ways I miss teaching little kids, although university students take a lot less energy.

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  2. That was quite a story, with the major quote being repeated NOs. You sketched the whole thing in just a few words until I could almost see the cam mother and the two little girls. The Asian woman is almost a ghost in my mind, but that is probably the point. The first mother ignores her, making her disappear in my head. You know just when to put words in and when to leave them out. Perfect!

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  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    The two moms don’t speak? I’m assuming the photographer was embarrassed/ashamed. At least the little rebel had a good start to her day with a new friend. I doubt that the mom’s will get together to arrange sleep-overs though.

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    • Love calling her the little rebel. They were very different mom types, you could see how each kid was dressed. The diplomat wore a little pleated navy skirt and white blouse, the rebel, a Kelly green jumper with a ruffled blouse that seemed to strangle her by the throat. Her backpack may have been more designer than L.L.Bean, couldn’t quite see from my perch. Manners are absent, it’s that’s simple. There was no appropriate communication between rebel and her mom. Such a shame. sigh


  4. The first day of school. I remember it well. New clothes, anxiety at it’s peak.

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  5. micklively says:

    We all have moments when we’re feeling less than photogenic!
    Well written, Susannah, thank you.


    • I no longer like having my own picture taken so I completely understand. When I was around her age my mother made me pose naked in front of the Xmas tree for a picture that she felt was so cute. Now of course it would be kiddy porn, but in the 60s, it was considered adorable. I sobbed as I remember, just like that little girl. The deal was I could wear my new Dr Denton pjs so of course, even at 5, fashion had its way.

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