sorry for my vanishing act. I had a busy week. Shopgirl - you are close in your thinking, but not found at the beach.
Saturday, at my grandfather’s birthday my dad interrupted the loud banter to make a toast.
“I would like to make a toast to my lovely wife,” he said, “she just got promoted to Director and it’s a big huge deal and I could not be more proud of her.”
Clinking of the wine followed.
I am very proud of my mother. It is a great accomplishment.
“I would also like to congratulate my son for his new contract at work which is amazing. And to my son and his wife for their very first home purchase.”
I mentally roll things over in my head. No contracts for me. No home ownership. Do I get a toast too? Everyone else in my immediate family did.
So I pipe up jokingly, “And congrats to Rachel for being the little black sheep’!
“That is so like you Rachel,” Brother said, “Always trying to hog the spotlight.”
Where is the sense of humor here, I thought it was funny!
But all joking aside, sometimes I wish I had some major thing like a promotion. I guess being happy is not a big accomplishment anymore.
My mother, who was sitting down in front of me, turns around and gives me a look like she knows exactly what I am thinking.
She leans into me and whispers,
“And I would like to toast my daughter for being the best daughter anyone could ask for.”
And then I thought to myself, “yeah that IS something to toast about.”
I walked away smiling, because I have one hell of a mother.
Even if she was fibbing….just a little.