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“Hurry Kids! Assume the Position! Mom has lost her make-up brush and all hell is about to break loose. Hurry! Take cover! Do not speak….. Do not say one word…..”

Recently I was asked by the authors of a wonderful book called, Survive or Thrive? to share on their podcast, how I nearly lost my (then) 19-year old daughter. They had heard how our family was frequently accused of “having too much fun together to be related.” They asked me to discuss how that transformation occurred.

I am attaching a link to that interview, How I Overcooked My Family, because what I know for sure, is that one day my daughter and I were “best buds” and the next day, (accumulative years later), she and I couldn’t be in the same room together without arguing. Everyone told me this dynamic was normal especially since “she and I were too much alike”.

Oh how I wish I had known how to climb trees back then. I would have sat on a totally high branch, and looked below me at how those words sounded from a higher perspective. T O O - M U C H - A L I K E . Poor Debbie and her daughter — too much in common !!

It is amusing — the things we can’t see when they are staring us in the face. Like the time I ran around a flea market looking for my lost sunglasses. Ray Bans. Dark brown with amber lenses. I must have dashed into seven different booths before some guy selling fake authentic tapestry rugs shyly pointed to my nose. “Pardon me ma”am, but aren’t those the glasses you describe, on your face?”

Yes! I was wearing them. Seems those shades were just a fingertip away — just like me and my daughter’s “best bud” days — lost but not. All I had to do, was know where to seek!

Today’s Life Recipe: Sometimes a myth is just a myth. That’s why the truth is so delicious.