Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," where people age but deities don't! The most ancient Goddess still doesn't need foundation and pressed powder to make herself look good. And that's the way of it.
In November of 1988, after feeling inexplicably nauseous for several weeks, I discovered I was expecting a baby. I remember driving to the beach, walking along the surf, so depressed, thinking, "Well, there goes my life. Now all I'll be is a servant to someone else."
That "someone else," also known in these pages as my daughter The Heir, just got a letter of acceptance from a college.
The letter arrived while The Heir was cavorting in Manhattan's East Village with her young auntie, who's an executive at Viacom.
Readers, I suck magnificently when it comes to drawing first impressions. But never did I stray so far from reality than that day on the beach when I predicted that having a baby would ruin my life. I created my own best friend, and now that she's about to fly the coop I can't imagine being without her.
Moral of this sermon: Spending the day at the beach is overrated.
FROM ANNE
THE MERLIN OF BERKELEY SPRINGS
6 comments:
Congratulations on your daughter's acceptance. Generally, most parents see a lot of their kids during freshman year. Remember: you have the fridge that rules and laundering skills (not to mention, when you to go out to lunch you probably pay). ;)
Nice place you have here...
Thank you, I've saved you the most comfortable chair.
Congratulations on the Heirs acceptance. Early acceptance? First choice? I expect there was lots of dancing and whooping (been there-2 years ago!). She will still be your best friend and she will have new and interesting stories to tell. And there will be (occasionally) less laundry to be done in the house.
the cutting of the apron strings is more painful then the clipping of the cord...she'll come back wiser and will appreciate you more...
oh by the way..congrats on her acceptance...
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