Sitting across the table from my happy 11-year-old made me feel young and old at the same time. I appreciated her the way a grandmother might and I loved her the way only a mother can. It was, for me, a single moment of pure pleasure. One that I won't forget. In that place, that night, I had a feeling of well-being, of giving my daughter the best gift - quality and quantity time with me... I look back fondly at those few seconds remembering that I was blissfully unaware of the u-turn that would follow.
Caitrin and I took the black and white scrunchies off of our napkins at the American Girl cafe and the server told us that the small black polka dotted box with a pink bow on it had conversation starters in it that we might enjoy (she plays fast and loose with words like "enjoyment" clearly).
What is your happiest childhood memory (for the adult)?
Caitrin: What? I don't have childhood memories? I'm answering it. Um. Hmmmm. Let me see. I know! My favorite childhood memory was laughing all the way through "Nacho Libre" with Dad. ::giggles::
Who is the funniest person you know?
Caitrin: Oh Dad, for sure. He's so funny.
Who is the smartest person you know?
Caitrin: Oh my gosh. Sorry Mom. I really am. But Dad. He's the smartest person I know. I mean he's just so smart. I can't think of anyone smarter than Dad because he just knows ::giggle:: everything!
So for the purpose of this blog, let's review, shall we?
Best childhood memory: Dad
Funniest person alive, even more than Jack Black: Dad
Smartest person ever to inhabit the known universe: Dad
Reassuring comment at the end of the American Girl "conversation aka attack of the self-esteem of a mother" questions: "Don't worry Mom. When this weekend goes into the past, I'm sure it will be one of my favorite childhood memories, like Nacho Libre."
Hmm. On the other hand, I'm still not funny or smart.