I have been given three daughters. They are my three exquisite gems that I was allowed to care for and polish. This weekend my youngest daughter turns 21. I will be spending time in her home with her fiancé in the guest bedroom she is busy preparing for me. She is excited that I am coming to visit. And I am so glad for that! Not all mothers and daughters get happy at the prospect of seeing each other. As I raised my daughters, I read of women complaining about their mothers; all the ways the mothers had crippled them, or hurt them, or messed them up. They were trying to overcome their mother’s damage so they could raise their daughters differently. I never felt any of that, as my mother was laid to rest when I was only twelve. So, my parenting may have suffered a bit for lack of having parents, but my daughters seem oblivious to this. They love me. And that fact is wonderful and amazing. They think of me when they try a new recipe, or pick out a motif for the guest bedroom. They are adventurous, and outgoing. They share with me the moments of humility when they discover that I was right about something. They miss me when they do their hair, as I miss them, for we used to all share the bathroom and get ready together if we had somewhere to go.
I used to wish we were Amish. I wanted my girls to meet a local boy, and move into a house down the street from me, and have lots of babies. I hoped we would walk to each other’s houses and bake together, or can vegetables that we grew together. Maybe that still can happen, (well, not the Amish part), but for now we are all spread around, and I am just brimming over with gratitude that at least two of them will be with me for the weekend! We’ll be missing you Natalee!! Enjoy the sun and surf for the rest of us!