When my daughter was little she was known for her tenacity and stubbornness.  I used to tell her that she should go into law when she grew up because she could argue with a dead man until she convinced him she was right.  She once had a standoff with her dad over an argument that she did not kneel in the snow, thus getting her pants wet.  She maintained that she did not kneel, she squatted!  She was ten at the time.

Yes, as she got older she became a much better debater than I am, and much more intelligent.  It's no fun to argue with someone whose IQ is several digits higher than yours!  However, her great capacity for information and knowledge makes her a very caring and compassionate person about many issues.  She has a heart for justice and equity for every species on the planet.

While she is a complex person who struggles with her mental health, she has been a fairly constant companion in my life for almost two decades.  We lived as a single-parent family through her formative years, we moved across the country together when I went to seminary, and when she moved back to the US from England she knew she could come back home and be cared for in whatever she needed.

Some people joke about their adult children leaving the nest and then coming back home.  I have to say it's not the worst thing in the world.  I have watched her mature and become a very interesting person. I'm proud of her accomplishment including her pursuit of an education that has been marked by the interruptions of hospitalizations and treatment.  The things that cause her to struggle are sometimes the things that make her fascinating.

While we were in England her friend took us to the grocery store so we could pick up some breakfast items.  I was shopping a bit and looking around and the two of them were a ways ahead of me, sort of whispering and smiling.  She told me to wait where I was for awhile and they were going to get something they didn't want me to see.  I waited and even during checkout they kept me from looking at their items.

When we got back to the apartment they conspired together in the kitchen and told me to sit in the living room and wait.  Finally they presented me with a cream tea, consisting of a scone with clotted cream (Google it), jam, and of course, a cup of tea, Yorkshire tea, which I have come to discover, is the best.  One of my goals for that trip was fulfilled and it was better than sitting in a tea room because it came from my complicated, thoughtful daughter.

 

When my daughter was little she was known for her tenacity and stubbornness.  I used to tell her that she should go into law when she grew up because she could argue with a dead man until she convinced him she was right.  She once had a standoff with her dad over an argument that she did not kneel in the snow, thus getting her pants wet.  She maintained that she did not kneel, she squatted!  She was ten at the time. Yes, as she got older she became a much better debater than I am, and much more intelligent.  It's no fun to argue with someone whose IQ is several digits higher than yours!  However, her great capacity for information and knowledge makes her a very caring and compassionate person about many issues.  She has a heart for justice and equity for every species on the planet. While she is a complex person who struggles with her mental health, she has been a fairly constant companion in my life for almost two decades.  We lived as a single-parent family through her formative years, we moved across the country together when I went to seminary, and when she moved back to the US from England she knew she could come back home and be cared for in whatever she needed. Some people joke about their adult children leaving the nest and then coming back home.  I have to say it's not the worst thing in the world.  I have watched her mature and become a very interesting person. I'm proud of her accomplishment including her pursuit of an education that has been marked by the interruptions of hospitalizations and treatment.  The things that cause her to struggle are sometimes the things that make her fascinating. While we were in England her friend took us to the grocery store so we could pick up some breakfast items.  I was shopping a bit and looking around and the two of them were a ways ahead of me, sort of whispering and smiling.  She told me to wait where I was for awhile and they were going to get something they didn't want me to see.  I waited and even during checkout they kept me from looking at their items. When we got back to the apartment they conspired together in the kitchen and told me to sit in the living room and wait.  Finally they presented me with a cream tea, consisting of a scone with clotted cream (Google it), jam, and of course, a cup of tea, Yorkshire tea, which I have come to discover, is the best.  One of my goals for that trip was fulfilled and it was better than sitting in a tea room because it came from my complicated, thoughtful daughter.