There is a line in the darling movie Ramona and Beezus where Ramona says she wants to feel like she's "extraordinary," and not just "ordinary." I sat there, smiling at the movie screen, and thinking, "My girl beside me is definitely one of the "extraordinaries."
My Rebecca and I got to have a whole afternoon and evening date today. One way I can really express my love to my oldest daughter is to spend time with her. The main objective of our date was to see the movie we've both been talking about all summer. I'm not sure who was more excited. I grew up devouring the Beverly Cleary books in our school library. Even though I haven't read about Ramona since Mrs. Reynolds helped me search out the books in the 3rd grade, I was transported back to her world this afternoon in her movie...Her house on Klickitat Street, Henry Huggins her neighbor, her big sister Beezus, her cat Picky Picky...Oh, when those details popped off the screen, I was back in my pink and green childhood bedroom, staying up too late reading about Ramona's newest adventures.
If you haven't made plans to see Ramona and Beezus--you absolutely MUST! It's such a sweet, imaginative movie that makes you feel grateful for your own curious-mischief-making children--who, hopefully, are sitting right next to you in the theatre.
You know what else makes me feel extraordinary? That my 10-year-old daughter still reaches over to hold my hand as we're walking along. Oh, how I wish she would continue that simple act all through her teen years. There seems to be nothing so connecting as the act of holding hands. Holding hands sure could cement our relationship through the daunting years ahead.
I wonder? Do other 10-year-old girls still reach out for their mamas' hands? I need to pay better attention... At what point does hand holding stop? I will enjoy it until the day Rebecca decides it's no longer cool. And, then, I will look for different ways to connect with my sweet, sensitive girl.
After our movie, we ran some errands together, and then I asked Rebecca where she wanted to eat. It sure thrilled my heart when she said without a beat, "Chinese!" Yesss, my kind of girl! Here are our yummy dishes:
Mmm, spicy Hunan Chicken with the cutest, yummiest, itty bitty Spring Rolls (Peking House)
My heart is just full tonight, after spending so many hours with Rebecca. Rebecca can be a tricky one...She seems fearless and confident and talented in so many ways. However, I know she can be fragile on the inside. Sometimes, when we're alone and talking, I can feel the weight of my words as they filter into her heart. In moments like those, I feel as if I am handing her little pearls. Pearls of truth about herself, her gifts. Pearls of wisdom about being a good friend. Pearls of memories as we recount stories from her life. Moments like those, I so want to string those pearls for Rebecca, and wrap them 'round her neck, so she has them wherever she goes. I know, though, that only she can do the stringing and the remembering and the wearing. I will continue to do my part--handing her precious little pearls of truth and love.
My daughter really is one of the extraordinary ones. It's overwhelming to me to be charting the new territory of motherhood through the years with her soaking everything in at my side. I'm afraid that since I don't always have my own life together yet, that somehow my own weaknesses and shortcomings will affect her promising course. I just blindly trust that God made me her mama for a reason, so I rest in that. And, as long as she keeps reaching across to find my hand, I think we are going to be okay, together.
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