Friday, June 18, 2010


 I spent yesterday scrubbing my house and getting ready for my neighborhood's Civic Association meeting, which I was hosting.  I was expecting between 10-15 people--and who better to talk up my house to everyone they know who is looking than people who already live in the neighborhood?  I prepared as if it was an Open House but with food.  I went grocery shopping and made my own gorgeous antipasti plates, heaped with cheeses and fruits and painstakingly rolled cold cuts and cheeses... I farmed Jane out to a play date (She was blissfully happy but I, naturally, felt very guilty because that's just what I do) and made Ana help me. I cleaned the whole house, did all of the laundry, windexed all surfaces, stashed clutter, etc. When I tell you my Obsessive Compulsiveness was in full bloom, I am, for once, not exaggerating.

My foot was really hurting but I felt like I had to treat this like a marketing event.  We've had no traffic at all since the Open House this past weekend.

Two people showed up. TWO.  One of whom is a neighbor.  The other is the editor of the neighborhood newsletter for which I do the design and layout each month.

We had a good time and I held it together but afterward, when they'd left, I got teary.  All that work, all that expense, all this pain --for nothing. I was embarrassed to have made such a big deal out of something that really wasn't. My husband was so kind to me.  He gave me a big hug and resorted to the Ultimate Measure of Manly Comfort: the fishing metaphor.  "Sometimes you fish all day and never catch anything.  I hope you had at least a little fun fishing."

I went upstairs to bed about 10:00 and could see Ana (12) still awake in her bed.  I went in to kiss her goodnight, still with tears in my eyes. I explained that I was disappointed and embarrassed and felt sort of silly and sad.

She got out of bed and hugged me and looked at me with great concern as she walked me to my bedroom.

"Wait," she said.  "Don't go anywhere."

She disappeared into her room and came running back with a fresh, unused notebook and a blue Flair pen (my favorite writing pen at the moment).

"Here, Mom," she said. "Write about it.  That's what I do to feel better when I'm sad."

And the best part?

She said, "I learned that from you."

Sometimes the gentle butterfly wings of grace and generosity in my life beat such a rush of gratitude and love that it literally topples me over.

I'm living in that today--in the gentle grace of the amazing person I am lucky enough to call my daughter.


  1. Sometimes our children are our best teachers...and remind us how important we are in their lives. You have great kids and you are an amazing mom!

    Like Mark - I hope you had fun fishing.

    Thinking of you.

  2. You *are* a lucky girl... all that sweetness in your family.

  3. Rhonda from BaddeckJune 18, 2010 at 11:03 AM

    What a disappointment that you did so much work and the turnout was so small. But what a gift you received from Ana - you're doing something wonderfully right! She's empathetic, smart and generous - just melted my heart.

  4. aw that brought tears to my eyes. I once had a thing like that and NOONE showed up. It was horrible.

  5. Sometimes the best gifts are the ones we made (or gave ourselves). Daughters are simply the best - mine is leaving in September for the other side of the country and new adventures - and my heart is breaking even as I am encouraging her. Your post brought tears to my eyes and joy to my heart at the same time.

  6. Oh - how painful those situations are. And how wonderful our children can be when they give us back the love and lessons they have learned.