lunch in a parallel universe.

Somewhere, in a town completely unlike the one you grew up in, there are two women at lunch- mother and daughter, obviously. The girl is beautiful, tall, twenty-five or so. Yet she can't sit still in her seat. She bounces around, tosses her hair, eats too fast, talks a mile a minute while looking all around just in case there is something interesting she hasn't seen yet and can talk about. The mother is also beautiful, perhaps sixty, her eyes alone are a 500-paged novel. Serene and smiling she is a total contrast to the young woman sitting across the table. How happy she is to be here with her daughter, how proud. Not many years ago this is the same child who frequently tried every bit of patience she had. The difficult student, the one with dyslexia or ADHD, or just wildly impatient about anything that didn't interest her. But now look at her- this wonder, this young woman who is moving way too quickly out of her mother's life and into her own. She has already set sail and we can only watch. But today she's generous enough to have lunch with Mom and talk about things that matter with her first, her greatest pal. She doesn't even know it is a gift. But Mom does.