It’s raining nonstop. I’ll console myself with this…
grown up sippy cups
These are my girls. We’ve graduated from sippy cups and juice pouches to hanging out at Taco Mac, but one thing has been constant: I love them!
I’m at CatholicMom.com today, wondering about my changing role as a mom. With grown daughters, I’m not telling them to do things and making rules for them anymore. But I am wondering how to keep the conversation going.
Some months ago I had the pleasure of going out with my adult daughters, both beautiful women in their early twenties. I never thought I’d have to wrestle over picking up the bar tab with those two, but I have to admit, it’s rather nice to sit back and watch that little social ritual play out as we reached for the bill. In the end, I gave up, letting the oldest assert her well-deserved independence and treat good ol’ mom.
The girls saw my smile, and the love behind my wisecrack, “it’s about time.”
But there was a great deal of satisfaction in watching that playful scene. I was struck with the passing of time, and wondered how it came to this, that I was in a pub having drinks with my now grown daughters when just yesterday, it seems, I was desperately looking for the tops to the sippy cups.
Read about it here.
Jackson 5
I had to.
I don’t know how many hours I spent dancing to this song.
Enjoy. I’ll come up with something deep and esoteric tomorrow.
For today, just put a little joy in your step, a little jazz in your swag, a little junk in your trunk.