Rau-rau

I was that proverbial kid who always stood alone in a corner during recess and it still hurts 35 years later, so when Klara started kindergarten I was worried if she would make friends.

“What do you do at recess?” I asked in a trembling voice on the third day of class.

“We play rau-raus [kittens],” she said. “One kid is a pink rau-rau, another is a striped rau-rau, the third is a fluffy rau-rau, etc.”

“And you? What kind of rau-rau are you?”

“Oh, Mommy, I’m not a rau-rau.”

At this point, of course, my heart sank. My poor kid! She didn’t get chosen to be a rau-rau! Every one of my childhood traumas inflamed at once.

“Then what are you, honey?” I asked in a small voice.

“I’m the owner of rau-raus. I choose who will be my rau-rau today and tell them what to do.”

“And they agree to it?” I asked, stunned.

“Of course. Everybody wants to be my rau-rau.”

“And who invented this game?”

“I did, of course.”

I was the kind of kid who dreamt of being picked to be somebody’s rau-rau just once (and of course nobody ever picked me). It didn’t even occur to me to dream of being the lucky bastard who gets to pick rau-raus.

My whole childhood I wondered where the girls who get to pick who’s a rau-rau come from.

Now I know.

5 thoughts on “Rau-rau

  1. I was never left all alone– there was always some other kid who didn’t get invited either, and it was never hard to make friends with that kid ๐Ÿ˜‰ I get a sort of secondhand high reading that, though. How lovely!

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    1. I just published a post about my only friend from school who became my friend because nobody else wanted either one of us. :-)))

      It’s good not to have to settle for that anymore.

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