A Sunshine DayPosted: July 16, 2009
So, one other moment from the vacation:
Manfrengensen, Edison, Clooney and I were all in the water on that last glorious Sunday afternoon. The water was perfect — clean, warm, good waves, the kind that could lift you about, but weren’t strong enough to knock the wind out of you. Manfrengensen and I were out the farthest. It was so much fun, and we were all laughing.
Clooney said, “Wow, Mom, this is like the happiest you’ve ever been.”
Yes, I was happy, but as I thought about it further, I wondered, was this the happiest he’d ever seen me? Does he usually get Disgruntled Mom? You know her — the one who always tells you to stop running with those scissors? I hope that’s not what I give them most of the time. This vacation, as I have said, was wonderful and relaxing. Sunday afternoon Clooney must have seen one of those bursts of spectacular sunshine through the dueling clouds of fury and worry that are too frequently part of being a mom.