...Mom are you listening?
Yes Sarah, you got a blanket.
Mom, It has horses!!! And it is purple.
How did you open it?
With a pair of scissors.
Yes mom. I was careful.
And there is a note from Jaxson.
JAXSON, Mom. You know, from the blog. Jaxson.
Who's Jaxson? (I'm egging her on now)
Mom, Come on. You know. Jaxson. The one with the thing in his nose. Like me.
What thing in his nose?
(huge sigh heard from Sarah) You know. Hospital. Tube in the nose.
Oh you mean oxygen.
Yes mom, oxygen. OK, got to go now.
Ok Sarah. I'll be home soon.
I love you.
I love you too.
Once we hung up, I just sat back in my chair. I couldn't seem to move. At first I wasn't sure what I was feeling. Then I quickly decided whatever it was, it felt euphoric. I just had a real, complete, understandable conversation with my daughter. On our cell phones. Girl to girl. Woman to woman. Mother to daughter. Initiated by her.
All because she found a package on the porch. With her name on it. She carried it inside, carefully sliced down the tape with a pair of scissors, looked at what was inside and felt excited. So excited, that she wanted to call me. And so she did. Successfully.
I've heard the journey we are on with our children who received an overdose of the 21st chromosome described as a long distance run. We are told that we will one day get to the finish line, but our game plan is a marathon versus a sprint. I would agree with that. And of late, I can tell you I feel a lot closer to the finish line. It is at least within sight.