together, got green and purple pedicures, and talked about the
specific ways that the two of us can stay connected in days and
years to come.
We took a day trip to a nearby city, hung out with
people we love, and then she indulged her old mama as we
together went to see the show “Three acts, two dancers, one
radio host.” Ira Glass of This American Life is one of my favorite
radio personalities, and seeing him up close and in person was
a delight. Though it wasn’t her favorite evening out, she made
me laugh out loud with her reflections afterward. “I got the
references that were from my century. I think it was intended
for people born in the 1900’s.” She did have a point – we were
born in different centuries.
On the third day into our retreat, my daughter came
down one morning singing and humming “The Best Day” by
Taylor Swift. This is my very favorite Swift song. It is about a
mom and her daughter, and my girls know that when I hear it,
I am likely to tear up. My heart swelled, and I just soaked in
her musical gift to me without saying a word.
I blogged about this magical five-day retreat, and then
a few days later, I received this text from a dear friend: “I’ve
spent years trying to get over my sense that who I am is
profoundly disappointing to my mom. What fun it is to read
about a mom seeing her girls as individuals, and working to
foster a deep relationship with them. Keep it up!!” This friend
has a beautiful soul, and it is hard for me to imagine who it is
that her mother wishes that she had become.