Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," proud parenting of The Heir and The Spare since 1989 and 1994 respectively! They are named Heir and Spare because that's what some stuffy talking head called Princess Diana's sons. To quote the talking head: "One Diana had produced an heir and a spare, she really wasn't necessary."
Lovely thing to say, what ho? It must suck being a princess.
My daughter The Heir has had a great deal of trouble with her health since she was a little girl. She has a chronic condition. The medicine she was on for a long time stopped working, and now the doctor is trying to change the medication. All of this, combined with a full course load at college -- and a brutal winter -- had poor Heir on the ropes. I have been deeply concerned about her for quite some time.
And so it is with joy that I report that I went to see The Heir at college today. She was chipper and in good spirits. Her little room (more like nook, she has a single) was messy, like you'd expect a college kid's room to be. She was chatty and not as bothered by her symptoms.
We went to a small park that was resplendent with wildflowers -- spring beauties, blue bells, grape hyacinths, jack-in-the-pulpits, violets -- and we sat by a little frog pond that was brimming with exuberant tadpoles. Heir seemed like her old self again. And as usual, she told me she loved me about ten times in the course of three hours.
By the end of my life I'm not going to have a lot to show for being here on Earth. My best accomplishment will be my children. The fact that they love me is my chief joy.
I'm not renowned for doing things right, but I think I've made a good go at motherhood. At any rate, I rejoice to see The Heir so improved.