I was just booting up my computer to spend some time online today when the phone rang. Answering it I found my youngest daughter Rhonda on the other end. She informed me that she was in the city, about 25 minutes from me, and would I like to come join her for tea and chat.

I only see her about 5 times a year so of course I was up and out of here in a flash. As I drove to the city I thought what a pleasant surprise it was to receive her call letting me know she was near by. Apparently her fiancé' had been sent down here by his company to do some kind of computer setting up for another company and he had brought her along with him for the day.

I picked Rhonda up at her motel and we went off for tea and some early Christmas shopping. When we were done shopping we went back to the coffee shop where she was to meet my future son-in-law Brian when he was done his work.

As we sat and visited over tea and a bagel I listened closely to her as she chattered away.

It delighted me to hear her tell me of her latest promotion at work and about the exam she was going to be taking in two days which will gain her another certificate in the long line of certificates she already has. Her work in customs pays for her to take courses to better herself and she loves to learn so she eats them right up.

As I watched my beautiful 26 year old daughter sitting across from me and as I listened to her animated chatter catching me up to date with her very busy life - my mind traveled backwards to her youth.

I remembered the tiny wrinkled wee baby the doctor placed in my arms in the delivery room so many years ago with the wrinkled features and the red fuzz on her head. I remembered her fly away red curls going every which way but where I wanted the brush to put them. I remembered her sweet little elfish grin when I caught her doing something she was not supposed to be doing. I remembered how I thought she would never potty train. I remembered how I stood and cried as she went off for her first day of school. I remembered how much she seemed to literally suck up knowledge from books and how well she did in school despite the many times we moved when she was young. I remembered the years when I knew nothing and she knew everything. 

I thought to myself how fast time flew as she grew and turned from a cocoon into the beautiful butterfly she is today. With her china doll features and her beautiful bluish green eyes (that change with the colour of clothing she is wearing). She is so petite that I wonder where she finds clothes that fit so perfectly on her tiny frame.

The conversation turned to relationships and I asked her if she was truly happy. My heart warmed as I listened to her say how good she feels her fiancé' treats her and how much she loves him. As she shared her future dreams with me and she told me what they had planned ahead for their lives, I thanked God for giving me such a beautiful child. 

All too soon the time had passed and Brian showed up at the coffee shop to collect her and take her home. As I kissed her goodbye and told Brian to take good care of my baby, I marveled at the fact that I was her mother and that I had actually given birth to such a beautiful, talented, intelligent human being.

I do not always understand her and she does not always understand me and sometimes I have to wonder at how well we truly know each other as people but the one thing I do not have to wonder about is the fact that we love each other.

We have had to overcome a lot of obstacles in our paths over the years and there were times we butted heads but all in all I think things will turn out ok in the end. I was never the perfect mother but I guess I did not do too bad because she says in some ways she is just like me.  Hummmmm hope it is all in good ways.

until next time
hugs
Misker