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Perfect Moment Monday: Tessa guest posts

Tessa and I have collaborated on our joint Perfect Moment, which you’ll find below after a bit of a setup.

On a designated day each week, our Vino Support Group gets together, kids and all. Over the summer we moms take turns planning that afternoon’s activities. A hike, painting pottery, running through the town fountain — often followed by Happy Hour at the planner’s house.

One day this month, my friend Rose chose roller skating at a local rink. Tessa has long been graceful and speedy on her roller-blades around the neighborhood, so she was especially excited. I opted not to don skates, preferring to be the mom who stays with all the stuff and who watches the others go round and round while reminiscing about sitting on the sidelines during middle school.

Tessa and I had a special bonding moment toward the end of our skate session. I was curious what she thought of it, so I asked her to write her version. She recounts two stories, two perfect moments she had that day — and I even caught one of them on video.

Tessa says:

One crisp afternoon we were so happy to be able to go to the BEST place to be. That day it was Skate City. That is MY favorite place, but that is my opinion and my brother Reed would not agree with me.

There was music (Macklemore!) and games. There was food that my mom, Lori, would not let me eat (she calls it “crap” so whatever). Anyway I got my skates on and I started to dance and my mom was having fun watching me. That made me smile. We kept having so much fun going round and round. I have two funny stories to tell. Here is the first.

The workers at the rink offered us a game every 20 minutes. One was a race so I raced against my mom’s friend, Rose. I was winning as usual and as I got close to a cone I saw Rose right on my tail. For a second I was not looking where I was going and I fell forward on my hands. Rose was behind me and couldn’t stop from falling over me. I was laughing so hard she was worried I was crying but I was not.

We both got out of the rink and we were all OK.

So that was my first here is my second.

It was my last skate and I was having lots of fun. I’m laughing and I see my brother’s friend fall so I go over there but he is totally fine. I see my pretty mom over there. I go see her and right as I get there I hit the wall and I just drop, I’m not sure why.  It was funny and very unusual. I waited on the floor looking up for about 5 seconds and Mom comes rushing to see what happened. I see her head pop over the wall, all worried-looking. She tells me I’m fine and we started to laugh. For the rest of the afternoon we would then laugh and make jokes about that time when I fell.

That was my perfect moment Monday.

I saw Tessa go down just as she was heading toward me. She simply dropped as she approached the wall in front of me — very uncharacteristic of her. Worried, I peeked over, fearing what angle I would see her bones in. But she was just lying on the rink, smiling up at me. I laughed with relief and told her she was all right.

Tessa continued down the wall, falling in the same fashion every 20 feet or so. I followed her around the rink, poking my head over the wall, repeating our intimate and funny moment over and over again. It’s the tween version of drop-the-toy-and-mom-will-pick-it-up-over-and-over-again.

I could see how much this moment meant to her. Which means the wall-fall was meaningful to me, too. Later that night at Rose’s Happy Hour, Tessa and I would catch each others’ eye and smile our secret smile, remembering our bonding moment over the rink wall.

roller blades

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Perfect Moment Monday is about noticing a perfect moment rather than creating one. Perfect moments can be momentous or ordinary or somewhere in between.

On the last Monday of each month we engage in mindfulness about something that is right with our world. Everyone is welcome to join.

To participate in Perfect Moment Monday:

  • Follow LavenderLuz.com.
  • Write up your own Perfect Moment and post it on your blog (or other site).
  • Use LinkyTools below to enter your name (or blog name), the URL of your Perfect Moment post, and a thumbnail image if desired. (NEW: you can now put LinkyTools on your own Perfect Moment Monday post. Just click Get the Code Here and add the code to your own post. All the linkies will show up on your blog, too.)
  • Visit the Perfect Moments of others and let the writers know you were there with some comment currency.

With your Perfect Moment post , you may place this button on your blog (in the post, on the sidebar, or both).What Perfect Moment have you recently been aware of?

The next Perfect Moment Monday event will begin July 28.


Perfect Moment Monday: Anticipation

The ambiance in the car is electric, each of us holding pent-up feelings. Tessa is in the back, eager to assume her job of handing out programs and seating people. She’s crimped her hair and carefully picked out her dress and I can’t believe this lovely tween was once a tiny baby I could hold in the crook of an arm.

Sitting next to Tessa is my new friend Stephanie. I haven’t known her long, but I feel I know her intimately. It’s because I have been privy to the amazing piece she is going to read tonight, the one about mommy guilt that is sure to make everyone in the audience nod their heads. A gorgeous and witty woman, Stephanie exudes both confidence and a little nervousness, just like I am probably doing. She tells us that she’s thrilled that her husband and so many of her friends will be at the show, but she’s sad her mom won’t be able to come from out of state.*

Gretchen, my fella**  MileHighMamas writer, is riding shotgun. She looks stunning, even more so than usual. Gretchen has this inner calm, an unflappability, cultivated perhaps by being the mother of 9 children. Yet alongside her zen is the same excitement I’m feeling.

I’m rarely this gussied up. For once, I’m not wearing yoga pants but an outfit that took some actual thought to put together. And heels. For once, I have makeup on, much to Tessa’s delight. For once, I have actually spent time on my hair. All this primping has added to the electricity I’m feeling, the jitters inside my jitters.

I’m driving on I-70 to get us to the Listen To Your Mother Show. Tonight we three will each take our position at the podium and share a 4-minute piece of our lives with an audience of 300. But what is more nausea-inducing is the idea that our show will be taped and put on YouTube in a few months for all the world to see.

We chat as a means to release tension. We talk about wishing we had false eyelashes so we’ll look better on camera. We talk about getting our kids cared for for the evening when all our usual babysitters will be in the audience. We talk about nerves and keeping our voices clear and drinking just the right amount of water, enough to keep our throats in good condition but not enough to have to conspicuously leave the stage during the 90 minute show.

In the midst our sweet anticipation, this curious mixture of anxiety and excitement, an unmistakeable guitar riff comes on the radio, one that takes you right back to wherever you were and whatever you were doing the summer of 1988. “She’s got a smile it seems to me | Reminds me of childhood memories.”

I can’t help myself. I blast Sweet Child o’ Mine (what an apt title for people on their way to a show about mothers and children.) And in spite of having two people in the car whom I normally would not subject to my singing, I blare right along with Axl Rose. I mean top of my lungs blare, singing with wild abandon. Well as much as I can while piloting the Pilot at 35 mph (we have now exited the highway to Colorado Boulevard).

I don’t care what Tessa says (she is protesting madly in the backseat), and I don’t worry what my friends think (maybe they are singing along with me; I’m in my own world so I don’t really know). All I know is that it feels so GOOD to be cruising along on this glorious early spring afternoon with these three young ladies, enjoying a nostalgic and rockin’ song on the radio, heading toward what is sure to be one of the peak nights of my life, all while clearing the cobwebs of my vocal cords.

I know in this moment that I”m having a perfect moment.  All senses converge with clarity and presence. I feel deep gratitude that this is my life.

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From later in the evening:

Listen To Your Mother featuring Lori Holden

* Stephanie’s mom later surprises her at the front door to the theater.

** What’s the feminine version of the word “fellow”?

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Perfect Moment Monday is about noticing a perfect moment rather than creating one. Perfect moments can be momentous or ordinary or somewhere in between.

On the last Monday of each month we engage in mindfulness about something that is right with our world. Everyone is welcome to join.

To participate in Perfect Moment Monday:

  • Follow LavenderLuz.com.
  • Write up your own Perfect Moment and post it on your blog (or other site).
  • Use LinkyTools below to enter your name (or blog name), the URL of your Perfect Moment post, and a thumbnail image if desired. (NEW: you can now put LinkyTools on your own Perfect Moment Monday post. Just click Get the Code Here and add the code to your own post. All the linkies will show up on your blog, too.)
  • Visit the Perfect Moments of others and let the writers know you were there with some comment currency.

With your Perfect Moment post , you may place this button on your blog (in the post, on the sidebar, or both).What Perfect Moment have you recently been aware of?

The next Perfect Moment Monday event will begin June 23.


You are also invited to click over to Jen Kehl’s Mix Tape Tuesday.

Perfect Moment Monday: Meltdowns and Mirrors

I’d had some bad news. I hadn’t slept much the night before, worrying about all the changes that would ensue as a result of a conversation I’d  had. Though I know that somehow, things will be all right again time-wise, money-wise, family-wise, I allowed myself the luxury of feeling defeated, just for one day.

It took me two extra hours to get out of bed. The kids didn’t have school that day and they let me stay in bed, though I was too fretful to sleep.

I remained cranky all day. Never at them, but by virtue of snow and cold and proximity, they were forced to marinate in my foul mood. By late afternoon, I got out-of-proportion mad at about some cheese left on the counter. With a sharp voice I yanked both of them from what they were doing to my side in the kitchen, berating them for their carelessness. They dutifully (and fearfully) came to remedy the cheese.

And then I crumpled.

reflected in the eye of a childThey knew what was going on. They knew the situation. They had their own anxiety about it and about what it will mean for them. They were not surprised when my face broke, my voice broke, my tears fell. I remained standing in the middle of the kitchen and they moved in to support and comfort me. I’ll never forget the look of concern and love in their eyes as they looked up at me.

Usually our roles are reversed. I am the strong one comforting them, drying their tears, reflecting to them their own resilience, the knowledge that they will rise to the occasion they are dealing with and come out all right.

Tessa and Reed were so full of composure, compassion, strength, mastery. They told me everything will be okay, Mama.  They said We’ll be the grown ups for awhile. They added We’ll take care of the kitchen, Mama. You just rest now. You’re just having a bad day and things will be better soon. And they sweetly sent me to my room to take a nap. They looked up at me with wide, winsome, innocent yet knowing eyes and reflected to me myself. The good parts of myself.

It was the perfect time to see that, and the perfect manner, as well.

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Perfect Moment Monday is about noticing a perfect moment rather than creating one. Perfect moments can be momentous or ordinary or somewhere in between.

On the last Monday of each month we engage in mindfulness about something that is right with our world. Everyone is welcome to join.

To participate in Perfect Moment Monday:

  • Follow LavenderLuz.com.
  • Write up your own Perfect Moment and post it on your blog (or other site).
  • Use LinkyTools below to enter your name (or blog name), the URL of your Perfect Moment post, and a thumbnail image if desired. (**NEW: you can now put LinkyTools on your own Perfect Moment Monday post. Just click Get the Code Here and add the code to your own post.**)
  • Visit the Perfect Moments of others and let the writers know you were there with some comment currency.

With your Perfect Moment post , you may place this button on your blog (in the post, on the sidebar, or both).What Perfect Moment have you recently been aware of?

The next Perfect Moment Monday event will begin May 27 (Memorial Day).

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