A Conversation

Daughter turned things around yesterday and was very helpful as I prepare to leave town in an hour or so. I was relieved. I think she saw how tired I am and recognized I need a break. She has healed a great deal, and she is capable of empathy now, which I celebrate.

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Yesterday evening we went to the store. She took advantage of that time to update me on one of her friends.

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"Do you remember my friend M?"

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"Yes."

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"Well, she's married, and now she's had her baby." (This young woman was not ready for marriage and a parenting, but that's another story).

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"She did?"
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"Yes, and she's healthy and she had a healthy baby."

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"That's good. Was it a boy or a girl?"

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"She didn't tell me."

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"She didn't tell you?" I was a bit surprised by this.

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"She refused to tell me."

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"Why would she refuse to tell you?"

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"I don't know. I'm going to have to email her and ask her why she won't tell me the baby's sex."

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"Hmm. Did she tell you the baby's name?"

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"Yes. The name is Elizabeth."

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This was a real conversation. She honestly didn't realize that a baby named Elizabeth would be a girl. What can I say? She does keep life interesting....