After a week with five daughters and a granddaughter in New York City and Long Island, I find it almost impossible to put into words any thing that comes close to describing what is swirling around in my head and heart.
From Van Gogh at the Metropolitan, to Hadestown on Broadway, sandy beaches, long walks, soft beds, food un-comparable, my children allowed their octogenarian mother to be their companion and not their caretaker. Role reversals take a bit of getting used to, but I felt a steadying hand or arm more comforting than demeaning.
Of all the glimmer and shimmer of the city, the peace and tranquility of the Hamptons, the thing that filled my heart with joy, was seeing my family be family in every good thing that word should be. Six mature, bold, opinionated, successful women, not withholding opinions, loved and listened to each other’s joys as well as concerns with support and respect. And Mama kept her mouth shut!!! Well, most of the time!
So, a magical week for my girls,of reminiscing, of career plans, of retirement plans, of children and grandchildren, and as for me, I am holding on to that moonbeam they gave me, and I will never let it go.
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