Here on the Yellow Brick Road, I met up with a mom grape who doesn’t know where she fits in her daughter’s life anymore. They both took time out from cleaning their house to chat.
MOM GRAPE: Just to clarify. In the photo, my daughter is the bright green, vibrant grape on the right, and I’m the shriveling one that’s losing her color, on the left.
DAUGHTER GRAPE: Mom, I don’t see you that way. When I look at you, I see my really sweet mom. All my friends always say, “I love your mom. She’s the sweetest.” It’s so true.
MOM GRAPE: Aaah. How do you think of such sweet things to say?
DAUGHTER GRAPE: I’m a grape.
So Mom Grape, is your appearance the reason you don’t know where you fit in your daughter’s life?
MOM GRAPE: It goes deeper. When I look at my daughter I say to myself, “I used to be just like her. I was that grape. I knew her.” Now I’m just someone in her shadow.
I know how that can be. I go through that with my daughter. Do you feel that way all the time?
MOM GRAPE: More so when my daughter and I go to a store. The cashier always pays attention to her and I’m just in the background. Or when other fruits whistle at my daughter, I don’t exist.
DAUGHTER GRAPE: Mom, the whistling is so annoying.
MOM GRAPE: Yeah. But I still want to be invited to the party. I guess I should remind myself it doesn’t matter because I have the most charming, resourceful, talented, creative, fun loving daughter, and I’m so lucky to have her in my life.
DAUGHTER: Mom. That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.
MOM GRAPE: I forgot to say you’re smart, too.
So is there any other reason you feel you don’t fit in your daughter’s life?
MOM GRAPE: Yeah. She’s moving away.
MOM GRAPE: To a vineyard where the weather’s always warm and sunny. I don’t know how we’re going to see each other as often as we do now. But it’s her dream, so I’m happy for her. And I’m going to help her move there.
That’s very sweet of you. When you get to the vineyard, do you mind if I stop by to see how you’re getting along?
MOM GRAPE: Sure. Come on down.
CONVERSATION WITH A MOM GRAPE AND HER MILLENNIAL DAUGHTER…PART 2
On the Yellow Brick Road, I’m here following up in a sunny, hot vineyard with mom grape and her daughter. How are you guys doing?
DAUGHTER GRAPE: Mom got a little too much sun.
Mom grape? Care to comment?
MOM GRAPE: I’ll say this much. I’m happy my daughter feels like it’s a fit down here in the vineyard and she enjoying her life and she found her place in the world. And I’ll always be there for her if she texts or calls and I’ll visit as often as I can.
DAUGHTER: Mom, you’re the sweetest you’ve ever been. No wonder you’re a raisin.
MOM GRAPE: Well, you know what they always say. When you grow older, your strongest personality traits stand out. But I don’t want to be overwhelmingly nice and pleasant. What should I do when you’re not calling or texting or I’m not visiting?
DAUGHTER GRAPE: Follow your sweetness. No matter how old you get or what you look like, it’s what we all see.