Pedicures, it isn't always the polish you pick out.

My daughter and me have been going for pedicures occasionally this summer. I remember the first time I asked her if she wanted to do this. Her face lit up and she exclaimed, "really!!!!!" We finally chose our color of polish and sat down in the "spa chairs." We programmed our chairs to the right motion of vibration and plopped our feet into the warm water. As we sat there and enjoyed the moment, I realized how much this really mean't to my daughter. She kept looking at me and smiling. She asked me if it felt as good to me as it did to her. There wasn't that much conversation to speak of, just a sort of comforting silence while we relaxed. My mind carried me back to my best friend when I was younger. Her mother died from ovarian cancer when we were 13 years old. I thought I understood what she went through when she lost her mom; however, I was wrong. You can't understand losing someone until you realize what simple pleasures life offers each day. We mothers lose the gift of living because of the expected check list for super mom. Sure I want a clean house, cooked meals, clean clothes and all that organization stuff, but I promise you my best friend doesn't speak about the clean house or meal she missed growing up. She missed a moment to speak with her mom. A chance to go shopping. She wanted to tell her about her boyfriend. Smile while she posed for the prom picture. She misses everyday what seems so simple. Time together. Today, she picked out a bright coral color for my toes. We smiled. We compared her blue color to mine. Our eyes met and I knew THIS is it. What I am so grateful not to miss. Her. Me. Us. Wonder what color she'll pick next time?