Every now and then a correction is required. Life is busy, we are what we frequently do, and we have behaviors that are so ingrained they are knee jerk and embedded. When I was foolish and twenty I somehow had the wisdom to latch on to the finest girls at my school. Funny, smart, kind and extremely good people-we have unfailingly been there for each other these last decades. Weddings, child birth, a few funerals, my separation and subsequent divorce, trips away, flowers and casseroles at the door, gifts of congratulations, loud dinners out, male strippers in homes with center halls and children sleeping upstairs, bike trips, 40th birthdays in Vegas where ‘everything stays’, calls of panic, calls of joy, pranks, good listening, hard laughing, stepping in, stepping out.
My younger daughter asked me the other day “How do adults learn to do everything?I said – ‘committee of adjustments’ . Stuff I don’t understand, things I need to get better at, how to balance, manage, help, be. When I spend weekends or evenings with these fine people, I watch, I listen, I ask. I grab the best of who they are and copy it. I come back with a chiropractic adjustment to my life. They have taught me how to make risotto, how to be kind, how to do upside down tequila shots, how to be a better daughter, friend and mother. They have even taught me about marriage, although that lesson didn’t quite do the trick.
The best part of true friendship is that it renders you better than who you are, sees you better than who you are and it is happy -truly happy-for you when you fly. Because at twenty I became acquainted with the prototype for goodness – I don’t need to mess around- I can spot it quickly and keep finding more wonderful people to join my committee.
So on Mother’s Day when I sit accepting kindness from my children for a job well done- I thank my committee of adjustments. I would be half of who I am without you.