Pansies in pots? Check. Party supplies secured? Check. Picking up pulled pork and smoked chicken to make sliders was my last errand of the day. The restaurant was about 20 minutes from home but I didn’t mind the drive as it was mostly on two country roads that wind through vineyards and past beautiful homes. I’d told the server who took my order that I’d be there before 5 pm. My plan was to come home, pull out the platters I’d need, finish sweeping the front patio and settle in front of the t.v. with a glass of wine by 6 to watch the Virginia-Duke game.
I arrived before my order was ready and found a seat near the front window of the restaurant to sit, wait, and people watch. The place was mostly empty. A group of four sat at a table in the middle of the room drinking beer and making proclamations about the game- who’d step up, what the score would be, how Kryzewski would interact with the refs.
A tall, thin man appeared from behind the kitchen doors, my order in his arms. He walked quickly and started apologizing before I even stood up. I smiled and said, “Please don’t worry. I’m not in a hurry. Thank you so much for doing this.”
His face relaxed and he asked “Big occasion?”
“Having friends in tomorrow so my daughter can see some of her favorite people before she moves to San Francisco this week to start her first job. And she requested barbeque sliders- with your pulled pork”
“Wow,” he replied. I don’t think he was referring to the pork.
“Yes,” I responded. I could feel the lump in my throat that has come and gone hundreds of times the last few weeks. One word answers were easier than anything more. I looked up at him and asked, “What do I owe you?” in a tone that might have been a tad too cheerful for such a matter-of-fact question.
He handed me the bill. I paid.
“Good luck mama. She’ll be fine. She’ll be back. She’ll miss you. She’ll miss the pulled pork too.”
“Yes,” I replied and smiled.
That separation is so hard for us. Luckily there are so many ways to keep communicating. Good luck.
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So happy to see that you’re back and I can read your thoughts again, Lisa!
I really loved how this slice was set up – I can just imagine how you welcomed this stranger and celebrated your daughter!
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I loved reading this! Such a great opening and such a poignant end. Your story unfolds so beautifully. So hard to let go… but I’m sure it’ll all work out. Mother-daughter relationships can be so special…
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You brought us there, made us feel those mixed emotions.
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Oh, that small exchange got me. This unravels so nicely.
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I love how gradually your story played out. It seemed like ‘just’ an errand, but then becomes so much more.
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How perceptive of the owner to react to the true heart of your conversation. I love stories of human connection, and you nailed it with this one. And the owner nailed it with his comments, too. Enjoy the time with your daughter before the big move!
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So beautifully crafted and yes, of course she’ll be back…but the coming and going is always bittersweet!
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This post made me weepy. It is those little human interactions that mean so much! I am sure he is a good cook because he has such a big heart.
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She will miss a lot about home when she goes away. Your love will hold her close even when sheโs on the other side of the country.
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This made me think of how my mom must have felt when I moved away…hang in there! If she’s anything like me, she’ll be back. ๐
By the way…I’m digging the alliteration in your first line. “Pansies in pots? Check. Party supplies secured? Check. Picking up pulled pork…”
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New beginnings are the best, even for moms sending the young ones off into the big, wide world. ๐
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Phew! That parenting thing can be so, so hard. Watching them spread their wings and fly. And being thrilled for them and still missing those days when they were in the next room. You have captured it beautifully in this slice.
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So many changes … we do have a lot to connect around and time to maybe even have that in-person meetup! I have no doubt we would be fast friends. She will be back and you will join her life. The bittersweet reality of a job well done.
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So beautifully written, I felt as if I was at the restaurant with you. Really great slice! Good luck this week!
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Ah, the errand reveals itself… I love how you let your story unfold, and how a stranger enters into your strong feelings as they become revealed to us and to him. Really nice slice!
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