This year I've given a bit of thought about the rich life I've been fortunate to experience, and, for the first time, got that awful pang in my gut at the thought that my daughter may not be so fortunate. It is just an awful feeling, isn't it? I can guide and provide but the choices are ultimately hers to make. I thought about the experiences I want to give her, experiences that will help to shape the woman she will become.
As we were in the car earlier today, I heard her ask her dear friend in the back seat if she knew what a lesbian is and then proceeded to matter-of-factly inform her nine-year-old friend that a lesbian is a "woman who likes women." They then pondered the word in Italian before moving on to other important things, like the number of hearts of a worm. And while her description could likely be a bit better, I was incredibly proud of her for having this discussion without judgement, without whispering, without giggling, without snickering. It's not a big deal...except that it is a big deal because we work so hard to keep her mind open to everyone and everything; it's part of the experience intended for her. It gives me hope.
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I stopped making to-do lists about eight years ago and haven't looked back as it has been liberating beyond belief. Of course I'm procrastinating and rather than get my stuff together for the morning, for the exciting first day back, I finished this "to reflect" list that has been taunting me from my desktop for a couple of years. It's not profound, just a portrait of "where I am" today, a highlight of experiences that have shaped me, most in the past twelve years but others as far back as college...
- Swam in the Blue Lagoon in Iceland
- Earned an advanced degree
- Sat in box seats for a ballet at Teatro San Carlo
- Wrote a poem
- Attended the Winter Olympics
- Tasted aioli in Provence
- Swam in the Mediterranean Sea
- Volunteered
- Crossed the Mississippi River on a ferry
- Had beer in a cave in Prague
- Went white water rafting on the Chattahoochee
- Cried in a concentration camp
- Water skied in a muddy river
- Instantly understood unconditional love the moment I saw my girl
- Visited Old Faithful
- Crossed racial boundaries
- Rode a gondola in Venice
- Chaperoned a high school dance
- Watched The Color Purple at The Kennedy Center
- Ate raw oysters from the Gulf of Mexico
- Coached t-ball
- Sang “Do-Re-Mi” in the arbor in Salzburg
- Ate French onion soup in Montmartre
- Led 9th graders to a love of Shakespeare
- Gave birth; held my sister’s hand as she gave birth
- Bathed in thermal waters on a volcanic island, Ischia
- Taught myself photography
- Caught crabs with chicken legs in Grand Isle, Louisiana
- Made true friends as an adult
- Went to a major league baseball game
- Almost flunked out; made the Dean's List
- Bought a house in Italy
- Saw the opera Carmen in an ancient Roman amphitheater in Verona
- Collected sea glass in Vietri
- Perfected salted caramels
- Read all of Toni Morrison’s work
- Crossed the Brooklyn Bridge on foot
- Saw dolphins in the Atlantic Ocean at sunrise
- Learned a foreign language (Okay...learn -ing)
- Went to overnight summer camp
- Sunbathed on a rocky beach in Croatia
- Rode a horse through a forest in Arkansas
- Started a book club
- Hiked to the rim of Mount Vesuvius
- Made Julia Child’s Beef Bourguignon
- Visited Marie Laveau’s grave
- Learned to clean fish
- Road a horse-drawn carriage in Charleston, a streetcar in New Orleans
- Hiked in an Alpine meadow
- Ran a summer camp
- Spent the night in the Smithsonian
- Made nine high school yearbooks, always with amazing young people
- Found true love
53 things.
Yet...I know I have miles to go before I sleep.
Buona Notte.
And Happy New Year.
And Happy New Year.
xo
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Not too shabby of a life!
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DeleteBut totally unexpected...
ReplyDeleteI. love. it. Especially the first part. To me, raising a child who recognizes that love is just love is your biggest accomplishment :), although 25 and 53 are awesome as well. I love the sister part, especially since I don't have one :(
ReplyDeleteI sure hope so. I feel like we are constantly evaluating our parenting, so hoping to get it right. Poor kid!
DeleteHappy New Year! :)
ReplyDelete(PS #51, how?)
Thank you! All one needs for a Smithsonian Sleepover is a credit card ;) Google it.
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