Many years ago, I traveled down to Bloomington, IN to witness one of my daughters testing for her black belt in Taekwondo. In previous years, I had always seen her as an appendage of me; but now, sitting on the sidelines, I saw her being greeted by friends I had never met. I suddenly had the thought that one day, at my funeral, people attending would gather to comfort my daughter and probably would not even know me. This was not a thought filled with sadness, rather a serene feeling that all was as it should be. When you parent a child, you are preparing them for independence, for the opportunity to expand their horizons far beyond yours.
This brings me to yesterday when that same daughter, Laura, came to visit. She was accompanied by her friend, Erin. I was somewhat uneasy because, years earlier, I had seen a picture of Erin taken when Laura visited her in Spain ( yes, Laura's horizons have stretched far beyond mine, my farthest trip being one to Hawaii.) Well, I have formed the habit of trying to discern a person's character by studying their picture and I had declared to Laura that Erin had a warm and open face and that I liked her and felt she would be a fine friend. Now, at our first meeting, I was about to discover just how accurate my judgment was. I am happy to announce that I was right on.
As I sat in the car and watched them, in the distance, study and critique the merits of a birdbath intended for placement in Laura's garden, I saw, once again, my little girl had indeed made her own circle of friends. What a blessing to her and a comfort to me! Throughout the day, the two of them included me in their banter and I must say I thoroughly enjoyed it (my chocomania ice cream cone, purchased at Oink's Dutch Treat, didn't hurt either.)
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
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Hello there! I too have a habit of trying to discern a person's nature by studying their picture. So good to hear an authentic voice...
ReplyDeleteThanks Toni, so good to hear from you. Check your e-mail on the third, an Easter card will be waiting.
ReplyDeleteHi, Georgiann,
ReplyDeleteGreat to "see" you here! I have always enjoyed your wisdom and your humor! I look forward to keeping up with you here -- and seeing you turn the tables on Laura!
Just to show you how much more advanced in technology you are than me, I couldn't figure out how to comment on your post. I had to write to Laura and ask her how to do it. She just changed the settings for me this morning so that I could post something! Geesh, I think I need a 5th grader to learn how to use this technology!
Enjoy this beautiful weather and many blessings this Easter weekend!
Sending much love and good health your way,
Nancy Haines
Oops, I had been logged in as mom to tweak the settings so you could comment, Nancy, and when I posted my own comment Blogger still thought I was Mom.
ReplyDeleteLet me just say one thing:
There will be no turning of the tables here.
And I'm not sure how I feel about you being so anxious to see that, anyway. Don't make me separate you two.
Nancy, don't let Laura scare you. Remember, there is safety in numbers and after all, I am her MUDDA.
ReplyDeleteMaaaaaa....I have my REPUTATION! People find me very, very intimidating and I've worked hard to get it that way. Don't blow it for me now.
ReplyDeleteCan we get back to my having a warm and open face now?
ReplyDeleteWe could, but perhaps it's time to move on and mention your intelligence and great sense of humor.
ReplyDeleteOh, I can't take this.
ReplyDeleteCan. Not. Take. It.
Don't be jealous my darling daughter. I'm sure Erin's mother says wonderful things about you too!
ReplyDeleteLOL. OH I am digging this blog. :)
ReplyDeleteDigging the headline in the header, too....Yes we can find quality amongst the sameness!! I'm liking watching this gel...
I admitted to Laura, but she promised to keep it a secret...I AM enjoying this blog thing!
ReplyDeleteAnd, yes, I think it's pretty clear that I am now Erin's mom's favorite daughter. Rumor has it I'm getting her couch. The one with papahs.
ReplyDeleteIt. Is. Awesome.
Hey, Erin, when are we going to get her over here?
She has been invited and is eager to come, once she gets through serving today's 26 vegetables, 2 main courses (beef tenderloin or a roasted pork tenderloin with apricots that sounded out of this world, she told me the recipe, of course, my being her VERY favorite daughter, despite my poor taste in couches) and 4 desserts.
ReplyDeleteEastah's big over theyeh. Maybe we'll see her during the week.
I'm psyched you're liking the blogging thang, Georgiann, btw. You're rocking at it, I must say.
ReplyDeleteAnd making me miss it, myself.
Very excited about my new movie list. I might be able to find one of these yet tonight for a little holiday movie watching...
Hahahahahaha! It's been a few days since I've been here. You guys crack me up - I'm laughing so hard, I'm crying!
ReplyDeleteDon't worry, Georgiann, I'm not scared of Laura. She barks, but she doesn't bite very hard. And if she separates us, we'll just dig a tunnel and communicate some other way!
I am so enjoying reading your blogs!
Nancy
I have dug a tunnel; look at your aol e-mail. I sent you an Easter e-card. Took a guess that this address is one you use at home.
ReplyDeleteGlad you're enjoying the posts and comments. I have some very witty relatives and friends.
Um, Nancy, I am just finding this determination of yours to seek alliance with my mother against me a bit disturbing. Perhaps you have learned too much, Grasshopper, and now seek to usurp me. No doubt there is a hidden store room of dark chocolate along the corridor of your tunnel just in case the two of you find yourself under siege and have to stay in hiding for a while.
ReplyDeleteI'm keeping my eye on both of you.
Nancy will have to speak for herself, but I don't mind you keeping an eye on me, just keep your hands off my chocolate stash.
ReplyDeleteJust keep tossing me those shortbread cookies and no one will get hurt.
ReplyDeleteOh no, my pretty, no shortbread cookies for you. I have other plans. ;)
ReplyDeleteAnd my little dog, Toto, too?
ReplyDeleteI never pick on dogs, but you'll get what's coming to you on Wednesday.
ReplyDeleteI take that back, it's going to be Thursday.
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