Walking down the Yellow Brick Road, I heard a tiny voice calling me. I looked down and noticed a yellow raisin trying to get my attention.
RAISIN: Hi! Remember me? I’m the raisin mom with the millennial grape daughter!
Yes! Of course I remember! We met a few blog posts ago. But… you used to be a brunette, right?
RAISIN: Yeah. I went to a colorist. What d’ya think?
I love you as a blond. What made you decide to do a makeover?
RAISIN: Honestly, I’m covering up a lot of sadness. I needed a different
“look” to take me out of my misery. Which it hasn’t.
RAISIN: Remember my millennial grape daughter was planning to move to a vineyard on the other side of the country? Well, she did. Now the dust has settled and what’s done is done.
How’s your grape daughter doing?
RAISIN: I just got a text from her that says, “I’m sitting in the most beautiful vineyard in the world, on a perfect day with the sun shining down gently and a cool breeze whispering by. Also, my best grape friend from home just told me she’s definitely moving out here! This is probably the best day of my life.”
I guess you have to admire how brave your daughter is to go out in the world and make a place for herself.
RAISIN: I know that in my head. But in my heart, I’m so sad you probably shouldn’t be talking to me.
Quite the opposite. I like it when people are honest enough to say they’re sad. It makes me feel less alone sometimes.
RAISIN: Well then, you asked for it. I’ll start by saying I wasn’t expecting my daughter to go as far away when she grew up.
What were you expecting?
RAISIN: I thought we’d always live near each other. We’d see each other every few weeks—meet for lunch or coffee, browse in stores or see a show. And if she decided to have kids, I’d be a regular part of their lives. And… if a time came when I couldn’t watch over myself, she’d watch over me. The whole thing makes me so sad.
RAISIN: I’m not finished. I’m sad that the experiences I was expecting to have with my daughter don’t matter as much to her…because she moved away. I’m sad the adult friendship we developed will mostly be reduced to conversations on a screen or on a phone. But most of all, I’ll miss having that lovely person in my life all the time.
Any chance you can visit her a lot?
RAISIN: Traveling is tough for a raisin. It’s easy to fall in the cracks between the trains and the platforms. And any time I reserve a seat on public transportation, someone sits on me.
I don’t like traveling either. Too much anxiety. But you know, there’s a chance your daughter will come back.
RAISIN: That’s true. I mean, she calls her move “an adventure.” But there are no guarantees.
I guess for now, maybe you can try to be proud that you somehow gave your daughter the strength to be who she wants to be.
RAISIN: That makes sense. She’s doing what’s right for her.
I wanted to spend more time with the raisin, but at that moment she realized she was about to be late for a reunion with a few fruit friends she hadn’t seen in a very long time. When they met up, they hardly recognized each other! But as I watched them start to chat, I marveled at the way they immediately reconnected with the beauty they’d seen in each other long ago. They asked me to take this selfie: