I wrote a post for Heart of the Matter on Sunday, wistfully mentioning how much I appreciate it when our grown daughter leans in, expressing her need for motherly wisdom, advice, connection. Waxing nostalgic, about her younger days when I was more of a featured player in her life, I referred to her as my ‘little fawn’ – even as a twenty-something grown up who only periodically needs her mama.
I think I need to file a subsequent experience into the big box of coincidences…the odd and unexplainable. You see DD – our dear daughter – didn’t read Sunday’s post. Around the time that I hit ‘publish’ she was in mid-panic because she got something pesky in her eye. She was overtired from a wedding the night before and wondered if she’d been too vigorous with her late-night eye makeup removal. You know what’s coming, don’t you?
Unprompted by anything I’d written, she called around noon on Sunday in a panic. Her eye was swollen and despite all the commonsense approaches (eye wash, cold compress, eye drops) she could feel something pesky under her eyelid and the more she struggled, the more panic she felt. Her friend assisted – nope – nothing viewable and I suspect the extra poking and prodding made an already swollen situation more so.
By the time she called she was in a full frenzy and she needed to hear her mama’s voice. She knew she was doing all the “right” things, but her emotions were riding high and a little bit of reassurance, and tears, made all the difference. In fact, I think it was the crying that finally dislodged the irritant. Nature’s way. Tears flowing in relief when I gave her a thumbs up about her self-care. Reminding her that urgent care was the next step. Did she want me to drive over? I’m on my way. No, no. My little fawn found her way. All she needed was a mommy booster shot.
When the mini-crisis was over, I thought about the post I’d written a few hours earlier and chuckled. Well…if my melancholy moment about our daughter needing me was a message to the universe…resulting in an impromptu ‘don the Super Mom cape’ moment, I surely would’ve asked for something else. Not JUST a moment to mother our DD. If I had a direct line open to make a wish…that was sure to be granted…I would’ve gone ‘bigger’. Been less self-involved. I mean, the mommy boost was great, but if my blog missive WAS my moment, I would’ve written about the need for world peace, advancements in gun control. I wouldn’t have been so self-serving.
Just the same, the chain of events – my post reminiscing about sweet parenting moments, resulting, coincidentally, in a ‘little fawn’ experience – rattled me just a bit. And I did what I tend to do – I laughed it off and reminded myself that while I don’t believe entirely in the power of ‘manifesting’ and ‘intentionality’, should a moment come again when I could go bigger, I’m gonna. And I’m gonna make a list so I’m ready. Now I just need to figure out how to read the signs from the universe, so I know when a portal is opening again. If you have suggestions and ideas – to help me be more aware – I’m all ears.
For now, I’m smiling about the potential power in ‘wishful thinking’. Blogging magic?
Vicki 😊
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