Mother and Daughter have just returned from a pleasant walk to get supper at McDonald’s (chicken wrap for Mom and fries to share) and immediately after that, Tim Horton’s (Caesar salad for vegetarian Daughter, who discovered that Tim’s Caesars include bacon). Mother suggested Daughter record a video or audio of the counter guy, who would call each customer forward with a “I can help who’s next, b’y.” Daughter received her order from an island matron who handed over her salad with a “Here you are, my darlin’.”
It was clear on the walk back to the B&B, the chilly north Atlantic wind and cloud banks having finally receded after several days of blow. Now it is night, and Mother and Daughter recline against the pillows on their respective beds in the B&B. It’s last night in Newfoundland, time to access wifi for the first time in several days. Daughter is catching up on Youtube videos, Mother is writing a blog post. Daughter’s quiet, breathy laughter drifts across the room to Mother.
Mother: “S, it’s okay to laugh out loud, you know.”
Daughter: “Don’t tell me how to laugh.”
Mother (lightheartedly): “I’m not, but I’m going to now.”
Daughter: “You just sucked all the happiness out of the room.”
Mother (laughing) “S, you’re good for me.”
Daughter: “I’m good for everyone.”
Not a hard word, hardly, between my daughter and I, on this whole trip. I am so proud of her, that she has turned out such a quality person. Every one of my family members was blessed by her quiet, kind presence. Just the fact that she could be out of what many young people consider “civilization” and could actually enjoy herself, is impressive. Mom & Dad, who live so far away from us and have only seen these four of ours every few years, will be talking of the sweet moments with her that they enjoyed. Lunches in and out with Mom, walks along the trail and through the village, the dip in the frigid water that my eighty year old father and she took in the cove, reading all together by the wood stove, exploring gift shops, museum, dock and beach.
It would not have been as good without her, that’s sure. I feel like I’ve come bearing gifts.