Daughter

Fast Start to the Day 

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 (6:30)? 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 Beau, helping Carson 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 must act, seize the opportunity, rope the calf. 

My eyes are crossed. 

Also, mom, anyone who listens to your stories needs a glass of wine. Well, Lexi, I’m almost offended. No mom - wine, a cheese platter, full course meal. They’re going to be there a while. You are a storyteller, mom. 

Cheese platter, appetizers, accoutrements, antipasto - these words were used to describe charcuterie trays, back in the day. Surely dear daughter meant charcuterie. 

It’s snowing and absolutely gorgeous in The Village today.