A Parent’s Lament
October 23, 2011
When the light mist lifted this morning in Melbourne I had already been riding for half an hour. I’d met two girlfriends and we were cycling a route that one of them had discovered through Balwyn and Lower Plenty. The morning slowly warmed up and before we knew it we were riding in perfect conditions.
We cycled for two hours. I hadn’t ridden since last Sunday’s Around the Bay in a Day. In fact I hadn’t done any exercise other than the odd walk instead of drive. Around the Bay was a 210 km ride and I’d been too tired afterwards to get straight back into running and swimming.
It felt good. There was a pinch of a hill just over the half way mark that got my heart pumping. The endorphins kicked in and I finished the ride feeling pumped.
I arrived home at 10.30am. I don’t think my daughters were even aware that I’d been out. I had a shower and was standing there naked in my bathroom when Kat called out to me,
“Yep I’m in here but don’t come in I’m naked – just hopped out of the shower.”
“Oh, okay. Have you got any money?”
I only had two fifty dollar notes. I’d taken them out yesterday doing the “cash out” option at Target, and it was nice to have some money in my purse. Her boyfriend was visiting from Brisbane and they were heading out for the day. She spent too much money for a uni student, but I’d rather her have fun than be too restricted because of cash problems. Take one of the fifties out of my purse I said to her.
Still naked in my bathroom I was cleaning my teeth when Emma barged in and quickly back tracked saying, “Arg, I wish I hadn’t seen that! MUM Close your bathroom door!”
She waited while I threw on a summer dress and some knickers.
“What did you want to talk about Emma?”
“Can you drive me down to Foodworks? I said I’d meet Shari fifteen minutes ago and I can’t ring her because my phone’s busted”.
“And can I have some money to buy lunch with?”
“Um, all I have is this fifty dollar note”
“Well, I have a twenty”, Emma said, “Give me the fifty and I’ll give you the twenty. If I have change from lunch I’ll give it back to you later”.
Foodworks is only a 2 minute drive. I turned around and drove back to our home in less than ten minutes. As I opened the garage I found Sally waiting for me. She gestured with her hand, a stop gesture, to indicate don’t bother driving in.
“Mum, can you drive me down to the local shops. Beck is meeting me there and I’m running late”.
“Its just straight down the hill Sally. Why don’t you scoot?”
“I’m running late. Can you just drive me?”
“Okay”. We pulled out of the driveway.
“Can I have some money to do kid things with?”
“What sort of kid things? and why do you need money to be a kid?” (Sally is twelve at the end of this week).
“I might get a soft drink or icy pole”.
“Oh okay, but I only have this twenty dollar note”.
“Well give that to me and I’ll give you fifteen dollars change”.
This morning I had one hundred dollars. I now only have fifteen. This is my lament.
I’m sitting down now, munching on fruit and nuts, drinking formosan tea and reclining in my comfy chair by the window. The house is very quiet. But Rosie is still upstairs. I haven’t seen her yet today. I’m wondering whether she might need fifteen dollars before she steps out this morning…
Ah here she is! “What are you doing today Rosie?”
“Homework, but I’m going to go for a run first. Its beautiful out there!”
I feel love and pride for all of my daughters.
And I get to keep the 15 🙂