On the Difference Between Mothers and Daughters

No such thing as too early. Except for "Benny and the Jets."
It is always too early for "Benny and the Jets."

I didn’t sleep much last night. I woke around 1:30 and finally gave up around 4 AM, when I took a couple of Advil PMs. So, instead of waking at the crack of dawn, I woke at my daughter's voice. 

"Mom.   Mom!.... MOM."

I was groggy. That rarely happens. At summer camp when I was 10 years old, the counselor gave me the "Quicker Waker Upper" award, and I've spent the rest of my life doing her proud. Nowadays, those early morning hours make up my treasured alone time. Today, my daughter beat me to the day's dashboard. And she filled it with Elton John. I don’t like background music, and I don't love Elton John. I moved to the other room, drank my coffee, and got ready for work. 

We were out of the house early, so I thought we would take a drive to the harbor at Stephens Field and watch the sunrise. You know, I'm a mom. We show our kids cool stuff. Open their eyes. Give them memories and all that happy horse#$#$. 

So, at 7 AM, we sat in the car at ocean's edge and waited for the sun to peep over the Manomet Bluffs. Took photos, posted them on our respective social media accounts. (As you can see, I am very protective of my sunrise time; I like to be alone. Alone alone, with my 1,542 Friends.)

At 6:59, about a minute before the sun was due to rise, she said, "Mom we have to go. I’m going to be late." Now, if it were me, I would’ve stayed the extra minute and showed up late for school. This is the difference between a daughter and her mom. 

So we left, my brain still clinging by its fingernails to the mucky shore.

I dropped her off at high school at 7:10. Every day, as she gets out, I say "I love you." Now that she's in high school, she's too old to say it back. So then of course I have to say it every day, partly to annoy her, and partly to see if she ever actually says it back. 

Today, I didn’t bother. As I left her behind and pulled out of the high school parking lot, I saw the sunrise blazing in my eyes.

I was alone again, with the sunrise. 

It was beautiful. 

Love has many faces.

Let us close in prayer: 

Dear Lord: 

Help me to never get so smart and sophisticated that I forget I was born in a rusty pool truck. May I never get too big for the banal. 

Love, Sue. 

So far, so good. Case in point, yesterday morning, Calling from the Prius, Episode 31: