Not Going to Happen

I’m sorry. I’m in a bit of a rush. You see, my daughter, she needs me.

She needs me because…

She is not going to get up in the morning and make her own bowl of cereal.

She is not going to disappear into the basement to have “me” time – seriously?!

She is not going to go bike riding with the big kids around the cul-de-sac.

She is not going to, on her own, invite one of those big kids to play in her sandbox.

She is not going to say, “MOOOMMMM, you can go now, we’re playing.”

She is not going to insist on going to bed without a pull up on.

She is not going to grab the book from me at bedtime and read it to me.

Okay, if that last one happened I might have cheered loudly inside and acted on the outside as if she had won the Nobel Peace Prize.

But don’t you see??

These things cannot, will not, and are not going to happen in my world.

So excuse me while I get my lawn chair and sit at the end of the driveway. Because my daughter is certainly not racing all those big kids and winning.

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When I Love You Can Say it All

35 years ago two souls welcomed a little girl into this world.

And it would never be the same. 😉

44 years ago those two wonderful souls joined together.

And it would never be the same.

65 years ago a wonderful soul entered this world.

And it would never be the same.

Sitting here today, wanting the world to know how special this day really is, yet not quite being able to put it into words. Today is the day that my life changed because I was lucky enough to have come 30 years later to a woman who is so remarkable that I find anything I say about her to be inadequate.

Anyone who knows her can speak to her creativity, her compassion, her caring, her kindness, her toughness, her laughter, her resolve, her love, her encouragement, her fortitude, her fairness, her joy, her struggle, her triumph…

All I can say is

Happy Birthday Mom.

I love you.

For more reasons than I can say, write, or think.

Going From Righter than Right to a Million Miles Beyond Wrong

That’s a long post title. But it needs to be seen in its entirety. This was a quote I saw this summer in a blurb on a book that a student chose to read. A book that was definitely challenging for her- but she was one whose personality so exactly fit the character that is was a perfect match. I got  to see her crunch up- as was her reading style- and immerse herself in this character that she so closely identified with on some level unknown to me. That image sits with me. But the quote has been beckoning me from the photo on my phone where said blurb lives.

Going from righter than right to a million miles beyond wrong. What is righter than right? What is a million miles beyond wrong? How tragically tragic does something have to stray for it to go from that extreme to the next?  Now the character was a teenager so it could be as simple as a fight with a friend over wearing the same outfit (is that something teenagers fight about? I dare say I don’t remember and have years to see my daughter have those moments).

I’ve been thinking a lot about that quote and what it means to me. Have I ever truly felt righter than right? I am prettty certain I have experienced a million miles beyond wrong… but righter than right? If I go back through my Rolodex of memories (lol) I struggle to find a moment so right. There are many happy moments but I find myself really thinking and stewing on what that feeling is: righter than right.

And I find I have no answer. At least that I am ready to share at this moment.