I thought the day would never come, but it has. Yesterday, Father's Day, was organized and carried out by one of our kids - the youngest. She also organized Mother's Day. I love it! I am definitely not a control freak, because I'm delighted when somebody else does the logistics and the change of plans and the traffic delays and the suddenly sick participants. I stayed home and read a murder mystery, and they all hiked and had a picnic, and then I joined everyone for dinner at a restaurant. My husband said he had a great day, and I did, too!
There comes a time when you feel you've done every variation on a celebration, bought every kind of gift known to man, and nothing new is going to pop up from your particular brain. That's when the reinforcements need to arrive. The cavalry horn is blaring, the flag is waving, and - wait a minute, I'm an Indian, this metaphor is not working for me. I'll try again. The women and children are surrounded by the cavalry, the warriors are off hunting, but then, on the ridge, there they are, and in a rain of arrows they drive the cavalry back to the outpost. Big group hug.
Anyway, today the warrior is gone, and I have to take the dog to the vet for a split nail, but yesterday I got a break, and I'm grateful.
oooh...I love getting credit for good organization. Thanks mom ; )
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