Remember back here where I was daydreaming about having a blabberer? A child who would tell me every detail of life just like that teenager in the orthodontist’s office?
Well, I thought I got one back here, but in all actuality, I think I got my dream-come-true in this girl:
She went to science camp last week. It was sure quiet around here without her.
After I dropped her off at the buses to leave home for two-and-a-half days I panicked. Because I realized she didn’t have a phone. How would I survive not knowing how she’s doing and what she’s doing and what if she needs me?? What if she gets homesick? What if she didn’t bring enough blankets and she freezes at night?
But I don’t know why I fretted because that girl is resourceful, I tell you. I got three texts from her on her friends’ phones just en route alone.
“Hey mom its grace we’re almost there and im soooooooooo excited! I can’t wait”
That night I propped the phone to my ear and listened to each and every detail from her first day (on yet another borrowed phone). The little girls were clamoring for my attention, Dave was out of town, the house was a mess and Max and Elle needed help on their homework.
As I gave my obligatory “uh huh”s and “really?”s while trying to multitask with everything else going on an image of that girl in the orthodontist’s office came to me clear as day along with the feelings I had of yearning for that relationship. And it hit me I better stop for a minute to really listen to that sweetie pie wanting to share things with her mother.
Because I have been given a precious gift in this girl with the sparkly smile.
How I hope I can nurture that communication instead of squelch it in the midst of the minutia of busy-ness.
How lucky I am to have this sweet spunky girl of mine.
Love you, Grace Jam.