Once again, this image is called Birth of A Star.
And I love it.
This was yet again a whack-a-doodle day. And somehow I ended up standing in My Mother's kitchen in the guise of returning a borrowed object but mostly cuz I wanted to stand there.
She was apologetic because she was dashing off to dinner with Dad.
So I boldly said "Can I come with??"
She was super excited about that and offered (insisted) on driving.
I figured that I had nothing to lose
......so I put my seatbelt on and closed my eyes.
When I opened my eyes and checked my vital organs , I found myself outside this crappy steakhouse Dad likes. And when I say crappy, I don't mean crappy-good. I mean crappy-crap. Like the food sucks.
BUT!
I was having dinner with my folks.
Just the 3 of us.
Dad said "It began with Her (nodded towards My Mother) and then went to You (nodded towards me).......and now I am surrounded by my favorite Reds."
(Dad calls Gingers "Reds")
Anyway.....an impromptu moment turned out to be delightful.
The food sucked.
We heart-to-hearted. We played off of each other. We bemused.
My parents are adorable.
They keep making me feel........better about myself.
I was a TOTAL pain in the ass as a child.
Lucky you, to have such parents.
ReplyDeleteThis warms my heart. I like the idea of you settled in with mom and dad and getting a good ego boosting out of it. You need that and they probably needed to do it. What a special group of lovely people.
ReplyDeleteFrom My Mother:
ReplyDeleteDefine Child.... You were a delightful "child".There were some challenges, with the "teen" and preteen era. They fortunately didn't last more than about 7 years. Always interesting. One of the neat things about surviving those days is looking across the table at a 40 something and realizing that the "good stuff" rose to the top. I knew it would.
Now we may need to discuss your description of my driving skills. At another time, in another setting.
Love you