Daughters

I have many regrets about my mothering.  Looking back I realize I hadn't a clue how to be a good mother.  And while I wouldn't wish to be able to do it over again (I'd probably make many of the same mistakes) I do wish I had been better at it.  My own girls are both great Moms. 

We have been so happy that our daughter lives four hours closer than she used to.  That's half the distance away.  Which somehow is mentally so much more doable.  (In spite of that, we have yet to make the drive there - there just never seems to be a good day.  But we're going to remedy that as soon as possible.) 

So yesterday afternoon she came by on her way home.  Flew in to the airport, picked up her car and drove out to spend the night here.  We talked a lot.  Me probably more than anyone.  But so fun.  Last night's dinner was with our grandson, both our daughters and The Husband and me. Just laughing around the dinner table.  Sheer pleasure. 

Our girls are working on a little project and they had their heads together figuring things out.  They seemed to be really enjoying each other and I would be hard put to express how that made me feel. 💖

The Husband and I have lived our marriage without extended family living near.  We've always been off by ourselves.  And watched from the sidelines (with longing hearts) the people who are always getting together with family for this and that occasion.  Or for no occasion whatsoever, just getting together because that's what you do with family.  We do have a son and his family that aren't far physically, but emotionally have maintained distance - it's been hard.  (And remember, I'm a fan of the understatement.)

Anyway, it was a delightful 24 hours with her here.  We have some great daughters.  They are both generous and thoughtful and have hearts of gold.  I'm so grateful for them.

The Husband went to the door and brought in a package.  We didn't order anything, what could it possibly be?  A new kettle.  Of course, I had to immediately try it out.  It works great, and is fun to watch.  Between one daughter (who bought the new kettle) and the other daughter (who brings us treats just because she saw one and thought of us) I feel blessed beyond my deserving.  (And those aren't the only things they do that are loving and kind.  Of course not.) 

I guess today I'm just feeling grateful for our daughters.  Not only because they're mine, but because they are truly good, decent women.