Girls Night at the Conti Ranch

I long for my “girl” nights with the anticipation of a child dressed up to trick or treat. Me and my daughters, speaking our own language,  putting things into perspective, laughing at the dumbest things.

Cassie’s husband is out of town and he didn’t want his 8-months-pregnant wife to be alone. Lately I’ve been so bound to my own little dramas that I didn’t realize how much I needed to be needed. I planned dinner, made dinner, cleaned up after dinner – just like when my girls were at home. I listened in the background as they talked their sister talk, once in awhile addressing me as I was busy in the kitchen, reminding me of things I’ve said that I’d forgotten, things they will never forget (and will always tease me about) that I thought were insignificant. It’s humbling to view your life through the eyes of your children.

When I first got here, Cassie greeted me at the door, as always. So did Sadie the dog, squeaking and wagging her tail. Cassie was disgusted because she’d spilled Cocoa Puffs on her white shirt. She wouldn’t have felt so bad, I suspect, if she weren’t four weeks from her due date. I just saw her last week and I swear her belly’s grown a foot. Yay baby! Here’s Carlene feeling the baby kick while Cassie lays on the couch doing Sudoku puzzles. (Click on the photo for a larger view) Img_2295

We watched Jeopardy, looked at photos and talked all evening. Too fast it was 9:30 and Carlene had to go home because she had to work the next day and Cassie was pulling a 12-hour shift at the hospital. I was getting sleepy, too, but I hated letting the moment go.

Upstairs in “my” room, Sadie the dog slept next to me. Lila the cat was on the bed for a moment but decided she’d rather sleep on top of my daughter’s belly. There’s something wonderful about petting a strong healthy cat. The last cat I cuddled with was our cat Bungee who was riddled with sickness and thin. Lila purrs loudly and her hair is soft and thick and doesn’t fall out when I run my fingers over it.

Now it is the morning and I’m packed and ready to go home. I said goodbye to Cassie in the wee hours before daylight when she went to work. I hugged her, told her to have a nice day, and then crawled back into bed. The garage door opened, I heaved a sigh of sadness, it closed and I went back to sleep. Awake an hour later, I’m alone here.

But not for long. In a few weeks I’ll be back to take care of my daughter and her husband while they get to know their baby, the one that one day they’ll visit in his own house and be sad and glad all at the same time when they say hello and goodbye.

I take one more look around the baby’s room and smile. Life is good.

3 thoughts on “Girls Night at the Conti Ranch

  1. Good blog Mom. Sometimes I get that strange sad/happy feeling too. Usually, it’s when I’m driving back to Pittsburgh at night after an afternoon with you in Clarion. I’m happy to go home and sleep in my own bed, but I’m sad because it’s not just down the block. I guess we never grow out of that. Love you!

  2. OK! You finally made me cry with this blog! Hope you’re happy!!!
    I’m so filled with happiness for you and wistfulness for this time for me. I know you’ll understand, my best friend.

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