I got nothing. I've been sitting here at the computer for 15 minutes, and I got nothing.
I'm tucking in my daughter and going to bed. Hope this writer's block is only temporary.
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Well, I tried to go to bed but can't sleep. Maybe I've got something to say after all.
My older daughter and I drove to her boyfriend's basketball game in Algona, a town about an hour away. I love these little trips when I can be alone w/ one or both of my girls to just talk or be silly or just be. So as we're talking about the college philosophy class that she's taking right now and their discussion today, I was reminded of my own college philosophy class so I mentioned that my philosophy professor liked to smoke dope..........., and one time a few of us joined him. She was shocked, and I was shocked for having told her that, but the cat was out so I continued. I told her how the half dozen times that I tried marijuana was only after I'd already had several beers and found the "nerve in a bottle" to try some weed. Again, maybe not a smart revelation for a mother to her teenage daughter. So I went on to say how the combination always had the negative result of me ending up in a bathroom puking. Maybe I get marked down on the "mom scale," but I think I should get marks for showing my daughter that I'm human, or at least I was 27 years ago.
Sharing this w/ my daughter then reminded me of the time when I was a freshman or sophomore in college, and Mom came up for a Mother/Daughter Weekend. It was the first time I could ever remember her going anywhere w/o Dad. Aside from the campus activities, she and I went out on the town one night. In a college town, that meant we went bar-hopping. Keep in mind that the drinking age was 19 back then so this part was legal. Also, by this time I was smoking cigarettes freely in front of my family. Again, there was no age limit on purchasing tobacco products back then. So I remember sitting at this one bar listening to a band when Mom asks me if she can try a cigarette. I almost fell over in my chair. At 50+ years of age, she wanted to do something she'd never done before. I gave her one, don't know if she smoked the entire thing, but it was the first time I recall seeing my mother as a woman and not just my mom. It was a good feeling. I hope my daughter felt the same way tonight.
One of the few advantages of being childless is that I don't get caught revealing or having to explain youthful (and sometimes not so youthful) indiscretions. I would have loved to have seen her face when you let the cat out of the bag...Funny!
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