My Daughter

Today I heard the most frightening words, "Mom I have a lump in my breast".

Those words can bring a mother to her knees, but instead you reassure and comfort your daughter.  You tell her things like, "You'll be fine.  It's probably just fibrous tissue.  Let's not worry until we hear what the doctor has to say."  All the while you say these reassuring things, tears are forming, you just want to scream, hit something, then crawl into bed with the covers pulled safely over your head.  You become Scarlett O'Hara, worry later, "after all, tomorrow's another day".

But I know the most precious thing to me will be fine.  As I told her, she has good genes.  No women in our family, for generations, had breast cancer.  Do I dare type those words?  There can't be anything wrong with my petite blonde, blue eyed daughter.

She is going to the doctor today.  Of course not much information will be obtained today.  I'm sure they will order the usual mamogram or MRI.

A sad song plays on my iPod...I jump up, switch to an upbeat song.  Too late, tears again.  And as if on cue, she calls.  I answer with a cheery voice.  My 29 yr. old daughter tells me there's no need for me to go with her to the doctor's.  Instead she wants us to "play" tomorrow.  Play means go to lunch.  She will have her two margaritas which makes her laugh constantly.  We sit for at least four hours "playing", having our mother daughter day.  Oh how I look forward to those play dates.

My Daughter keeps me laughing.  She's the type to do karaoke knowing she is the worse singer.  She's the type who on Valentines Day, calls me telling me she handcuffed herself to the bed waiting on her husband to come home.  She described having candles burning all through the house, rose pedals on the floor leading to the bedroom.  I was horrified.  What if the house caught on fire?  She laughed at me because it didn't phase me about the handcuffs.  Her remark..."you're always a mother".  Then she advised the handcuffs were pink fluffy fake ones that don't lock.  It's still hard for me to picture my daughter with three college degrees in pink fluffy handcuffs!

My Daughter keeps me laughing.  She is the only person I know who hits a parked car in the parking lot of the DOT.  Why were we at the DOT?  To get her driver's license.  Over the loud speaker the DOT worker announces there has been an accident in the parking lot.  Who is the owner of a red Bronco?  I can still hear the laughter. Needless to say, she didn't get her license that day!

My Daughter keeps me laughing.  Every night she kneels by her bed, hands clasp together, to pray.  I try to convince her she can pray at anytime in any position.  She tells me she can't really pray unless in that position.  God will take her seriously if she is serious.

My Daughter keeps me laughing.  She will always keep me laughing until the day I die.