“Let’s just stop and soak in this moment.” So we do.
Victoria and I. At 8 pm., in the middle of Target, while selecting accessories
for my college-bound daughter.
I wasn’t
even surprised by her request to slow down the process and savor the moment. Victoria
spent the day ‘taking mental pictures’
(for emphasis, she blinked her eyes every time she said it) as we traveled
through Thibodaux tracing routes to school and touring her Fall address.
As I
humored my 18-year-old, so proud of her realization of this next important step
in her life, I did not wonder where the years have gone. No mystery at all. The
very thought of the past lifts the lid of the treasure chest of memories and images gently fill my mind.
The
past was spent on the sofa, cuddled up while reading books, watching cartoons,
or talking. Or in the kitchen, cooking while Victoria sat at her Little Tykes
art center in the bay window, creating. In the pool. Running beside her when the
training wheels disappeared. On the trampoline. Listening to her giggle or play
or plan another adventure with her cousin
Tiffani.
Carpools,
cheer camps, beach walks and beach talks took up a few years. So did shopping, tasting
her latest smoothie inventions, and watching her spin little lumps of clay into
small vessels on her first pottery wheel. Then her second. Then driving her, and
Tiffani, to pottery classes.
Yes,
Victoria managed to fill those years. Covering her notebooks with fabric to
make them prettier (3rd grade), enjoying the snack she called my Mom
to bring her (a dozen char-grilled oysters), and ice-skating against the flow,
on one skate, while I sat on the edge of the rink, horrified.
She
even crammed excitement into Easter breaks at the beach. My sister Kay and I were
sitting by the pool as we watched Victoria emerge from the building wearing a
silver pleather skirt and a huge multi-colored, striped sweater. It was my own
fault for letting such a young child pack for herself. “Pretend we don’t know
her,” whispered Kay, as we lifted our magazines a little higher over our eyes.
“Aunt
Kay! Mama!” she yelled as she ran to us, creating a memory which still causes
us to smile.
Then
there were the pets she carefully chose and loyally loved. Cayenne, the
Australian shepherd. Gucci, the Maltipoo. Oreo, Bacon, and Mittens, her cats. And
the many fish whose names I won’t spend time trying to remember.
So
many, many scenes and segments of conversations race through my mind making it easy
to know exactly what happened to those years. They were busy, sometimes
exhausting; fun, often hilarious, but never boring. Uncertainties were met, decisions
were made, problems were solved, and we somehow survived. We even survived our
mistakes, grew a little wiser, and learned to lean on God a lot more.
In the midst of all of
this remembering, another memory is created. A mental snapshot develops as
Victoria and I briefly pause in our day’s dance. We devote a tiny moment of our
life to a brief rest before proceeding
with the next step. And that’s what we did, right in the middle of Target. We
stopped and smiled and added a few more items to the shopping cart.
Yes,
I know exactly where the years have gone. The millions of moments have melted
into memories and moved into my heart.
And
I’m so grateful.
Ronny may be reached at rmichel@rtconline.com
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