"I couldn’t wrap my head around the news. The day I left for Atlantic City was an Ohio State University football game. Someone had pulled some surprising strings to give me the best send-off ever. I get chills thinking about it because as a huge fan of “The Best Damn Band in the Land” I was going to get the gift of a lifetime.
The other morning while everyone here at Chez Wyatt was in the kitchen getting ready for their day, my husband said, "Honey, was the grocery store out of bananas?" My daughter was walking through the kitchen for another cup of coffee and said, "Wow Dad, way to be passive-aggressive." I laughed and simply said, "Sorry babe. You mean the bananas that magically appear even when they aren't on the grocery list?" (joining in the passive-aggressive fun.) We all got a big laugh, but let's take a deeper dive.
After a challenging week of midterms my daughter, Elizabeth(16) and I celebrated with lunch at our favorite restaurant, Din Tai Fung. As we were being seated, we noticed a mother and daughter sitting near us. The daughter looked to be eight years old. Both the mother and daughter were looking down at their smartphones. Elizabeth was disturbed by this as she was facing in the direction of that view. After I poured our cups of Oolong tea, she said, "Mom, say something, anything to distract me from noticing them." I was happy to break the delicious silence of the spell the steamy tea had cast.
Out of the blue, my daughter said she wanted to buy some seeds, plant them and nurture them in her bedroom window. Actually, she first spouted research about certain houseplants and how they make the air quality better. How I love my Geek, who spends her spare time exploring random stuff that interests her. It is a constant source of fascinating information and always entertaining.
My first response was that we could buy some plants. But Elizabeth insisted on having the experience of growing them from seeds.
Of the many times in my life I have been bullied by mean girls, the mean mom from my daughter’s elementary school is a stand out. She was happy to say to my face one day, “We all have a nickname for you. We call you Heather.” I was clueless about the reference until I googled it and found the movie The Heathers, the cult classic featuring the hated trio of blonde girls of the same name.
Whenever my daughter or I have a bad day or feel frustrated, sad or mad we call for a “Pile of Cats”! It’s a girl party on my bed where our cat spends most of her days and evenings. We plop ourselves down and wait for our masterfully aloof feline to succumb to being our therapy cat. She can’t help surrendering to the worship that ensues.
Why do I show up in the world the way I do? I’ve been exploring this question my whole life.
I’m a creative, writer, speaker and artist. I came into this world a fireball of energy with endless possibilities. I over-think, over-“see” and over-feel. I over-share. I look for beauty and deeper meaning in every day, everything and everyone I encounter.