I spoke to my daughter on the phone tonight. She was calling from out of town, asking me if I was ready for her to come home. She’s been gone for over a week now, and I think she might actually miss me as much as I miss her, and I can’t find the words to describe how nice that feels.
I guess I had accepted her as being grown up—as much as I resisted the idea—I have tried to force myself to stop seeing her as a little girl. But the little girl I gave birth to almost eighteen years ago is still in there, perhaps hiding on me most of the time…but she’s there.
I think it’s time for some mother/daughter summer activities.
Now that summer is in full swing I think we need to find something fun to do. Perhaps a day at the lake…or a trip to the mountains.
But for now, it’s a day of cleaning out the garage.
Mike and I started the job today, and we will be finishing it tomorrow. I must admit, as much as I loathe the task, it has had its benefits. I do have a feeling of accomplishment now that we can actually walk through the garage without stepping over or around any obstacles. And it was like a treasure hunt. I found many things I thought were lost or discarded long ago. Like the ink for the printer that I had to replace because it was missing. I guess I have a backup now.
I wonder what I’ll find tomorrow…
Until the next time…I’ll be knee deep in boxes for at least one more day!