I'm the kind of person who skips to the conversation when reading a book.
I picked Deirdre up from college yesterday. We talked all the way home. A few years ago, when she was in the throes of teen angst, that would not have happened. I loved hearing about her life – – her joys, her struggles, her frustrations, her successes.
After we got home, Grace and Hannah were thrilled to have their big sister home and hovered. All four of us were standing in the kitchen talking (“all the girls” as Hannah likes to point out when that happens) when Andrew called.
“Hey, what’s up?” he asked.
“Not much,” I told him. “Deirdre and I just got home.”
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“We’re just standing in the kitchen talking.” I looked around at my three beautiful daughters. “It’s all the girls,” I told Andrew.
He laughed and said, “That’s as it should be.”
Oh, my dear son, with a quick wit. Years ago, I think he was the one who had noticed the Battleship box when I brought the game home from my parents’ house. It shows the mother and daughter in the kitchen doing the dishes while the father and son are playing battleship.
We’ve come a long way in equality between the sexes.
And I enjoy my son’s wit.