SHE’S BACK! by Elaine Del Valle
December 2011—
The Girl: “I know. I want to live in Arizona... for the rest of
my life! I love the weather. I love the pace of things. I just love it! I am an adult, and I know. I want to go
to school there... and I want to stay there.”
The Mom: "You are a New Yorker through and through…We might be able to jump in anywhere... but not many places can keep us jumping for joy like the thrilling ride that is our New York City."
The Mom: "You are a New Yorker through and through…We might be able to jump in anywhere... but not many places can keep us jumping for joy like the thrilling ride that is our New York City."
But still, and against my better judgment
(that made me ache to call Rent-A-Center),
that new furniture I had just purchased
—y’know the kind that makes a little girls room into a young adults room—
that was all packed up, shoved into the container of a long haul truck and shipped along with all of her clothes, car and most cherished belongings, half way across the country and off to a nice two bedroom condo rental near Arizona State’s Tempe campus.
(that made me ache to call Rent-A-Center),
that new furniture I had just purchased
—y’know the kind that makes a little girls room into a young adults room—
that was all packed up, shoved into the container of a long haul truck and shipped along with all of her clothes, car and most cherished belongings, half way across the country and off to a nice two bedroom condo rental near Arizona State’s Tempe campus.
While she was away-- I painted her room… I thought that it might give me some closure…Okay, I ended up needing to paint 9
rooms before I felt some form of closure upon me. We are talking paint brushes, ladders, and tape!... While listening to the
Pandora stations of Adele and Elton John!…which by the way, have lots of songs
that make you NEED to cry …On A LOOP!
As the paint smell left my walls, I got used to--the quiet.
Sleeping through the night without the house alarm going off as she came home every night... and every morning from the echo of her dropping her shaving cream in the shower.
“Sorry, Mom.”
And I knew she was
and so I never minded.
And I knew she was
and so I never minded.
And,
I managed
To
Get
Used To It...
Get
Used To It...
and I even
got to
myself
in ways that I had forgotten.
got to
myself
in ways that I had forgotten.
Summer 2012--
A semester has gone by. Facetime is giving me some face time with my girl. Actually more than I had with her when she was at home. Whole conversations are had, and I get to hear all about how she had to drop calculus but passed all of her other
classes with A's and B's. Job is in tact. Wasn’t so in love with
that condo area she chose to live in anymore though. Oh and broke up with her boyfriend. Not to mention the part where she is tired of the desert’s slow
motion and the KICKER...
The Girl: “Mommy, I think…I need…I know…I want…TO COME
HOME!”
The Mom: "I hate to say I told you so…OK I love to say I told
you so! After all, the more I am right, the more you listen to my future
advice…But YES...
PLEASE & THANK YOU, COME HOME!"
The Girl: "Oh and Mom, Y’know that dog that you told me not to
get…the one that everyone in the house would be allergic to…"
The Mom: "We will make arrangements. Uncle Danny will agree
to take the dog."
The Girl: "I can’t live without the dog! I won’t live without
the dog! She brings me happiness."
The Mom: "Then you will do all of those things that you did
in Arizona...for yourself...here…You will get an apartment, a job and enroll in school."
Only this
time-- I get to see her beautiful face(any)time...
And be able to hold my daughter in my
arms!
"WELCOME HOME! YOU WILL ALWAYS BE WELCOMED HOME!"
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