Visiting a single adult child is always a good thing for a Mom.
My girl, Cyndi is a career woman and lives in a cute garden apartment. She commutes 45 minutes from Palm Beach to Jupiter, Fl 5 days a week.
This week I'm at my daughters to help her out after some surgery. My intentions are to cook, clean and to help her from doing anything during her recovery... Well after going into her kitchen pantry with the hopes of cooking, baking and just making good meals to help her heal, became a problem. Each time I went into her closets to take out some of the tools needed to cook, well, the items I needed were not there.
I'd yell to her in the bedroom, "do you have" only to get the response, "I don't have any"!
"How do you cook without foil"? I'd mumble to myself. Can't find the cling wrap, "nope, I don't have any", she said.
I did go to the grocery store the first morning here and bought all the ingredients I would need but thinking my girl would have the 'staples' most of us have. Was I wrong!
I wanted to make a pumpkin pie but found she did not have a rolling pin. I did buy some disposable pie tins.
Now, I understand not being a baker but my silly self thought she must have a rolling pin.
Then I asked for flour to make the pizza dough.
Flour, why would I have flour? She said.
Then there was the need to scrape the bowl... nope, no rubber scraper!
Make do with what I can find, that is my motto for the remainder of my visit.
I do realize most single working women do not cook and my daughter is certainly one. Her career is upper most in her mind and the kitchen is only for holding the wine glasses and frozen dinners in the freezer. As many times as I've visited her in the past, we did not cook. We went out to eat mostly... this was a wake up call. My girl needs to learn a few basic kitchen skills. Although I did try to teach her during her growing up years, I guess it did not take. I really didn't know how much she did not know! Bad mother? No, she just has no use for cooking.
The only thing that is on her mind are her children.
This is Tessa.
Cyndi's 3 yr old baby.
Just 2 minutes after I took this photo, I put my foot on her belly, really softly thinking she might enjoy the rubbing motion.. well, she must have been in a daze because she jumped scratching my leg really bad. (I'll spare you the photo of that!) My daughter felt so bad and ran around getting the neosporin and bandages.
This is 2 yr old Maya
There are times she looks like an Owl!
Both of her kids are rescued and have such loving spirits.
Although I did not have the tools needed to bake, every one is eating the pumpkin pie with cool whip. and they are working on it without talking... that is a good sign!
Cyndi laughed and asked my sister, her Aunt, if she needed WD-40 because for some reason every time she comes for a visit she needs it for a squeak some where in the house. (squeak's drive my sister nuts and she go's around fixing our doors and windows)
The moral of this post, "Next time I need to visit my daughter, half my kitchen will go into the trunk of my car".
I'm happy to say, Cyndi's surgery was a success. It's amazing how a woman, 10 years ago, would be put to bed for a week or two after such surgery, but Cyndi's hysterectomy was done laproscopic to remove a fibroid the size of a melon that calcified and was not seen in past doctor visits because it was outside the uterus... She has three teeny scars the size of your pinky finger nail in her belly. I'm still trying to figure out how they got it all out with such teeny scars? Today Cyndi is up dressed and walking around. We even went to Red Lobster for lunch today. Then this evening we put on our sneakers and took a walk. All with her doctors blessings and only orders, to not pick up anything for two weeks!
It's only been 48 hrs!
I came over, very nervous for her but her attitude about the whole experience has helped me calm down. I did spend the one night with her in the hospital, crunched in a large recliner chair, as it was good for me to be close to her.
I would like to thank all who sent good wishes and flowers to Cyndi.
She is doing wonderful.
I'm joining Jenny Matlocks letter "C"