I’m sitting on the sofa, one eye open, taking my first sip of ambrosia. My phone lights up with an incoming call. Dear daughter. Oh my, am I up to this so early in the morning? I’d texted her last night, she has the nerve to call, early. She’s worth it. Hello. She’s already a hundred miles ahead of me. She hit the ground running the day she was born.
Our conversation could be titled ‘Fast and Furious, ADHD’. Along with correcting her two year old, and helping her first grader ready for school, she’s multi-multitasking. It takes a skilled Ma to keep up with her. I’m qualified.
She tells me not to pass up opportunities, like, you know mom how cowboys are out with the calves running all around them and their horses? Well, those calves don’t lay down with their feet up in the air and say ‘okay, come rope me now and tie me up.’ The cowboy actually has to take action, seize the opportunity, rope the calf.
My eyes are crossed.
Also, mom, anyone who listens to your stories needs a glass of wine. Well, daughter, I’m almost offended. No mom - wine, a cheese platter, full course meal. They’re going to be there a while. You are a story teller, mom.
So, I seize the opportunities, rope those calves. I begin writing. Her message to me after reading my first blog post was this:
"I read your first words on your blog. I liked them a lot. I liked how you used extensive vocab then threw some
normal twang in there. Looking forward to more uses of the words crap and turd. Love you."
I smile as I type this. Turd is so crude. Crap, now crap is doable, when I'm tired and out of five and ten dollar words.
Liking my words a lot is high praise from my daughter. Warmed my heart.
I love that girl.
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