My youngest daughter, who is about to celebrate her 20th birthday, is fiercely, proudly independent. I guess that’s to be expected when you grow up in the shadow of three headstrong siblings.
So it comes as no surprise that one of my favorite moments this summer came as we were snorkeling in the warm waters off the coast of Florida.
We were just swimming around, leisurely enjoying the beauty of the reef when I came upon a decently sized ray skimming through the sand with the grace of a slow-motion butterfly.
My daughter enjoys the colorful fish and the turtles, but anything with sharp teeth or a barb- forget it! As I motioned to her and pointed down at the mysterious, black creature slipping in and out of sight, I felt her zip up right next to me and urgently grab my hand.
And that’s how we floated along for a while…hand in hand.
I’ve thought about that precious moment many times since then and it always brings a smile to my face because I don’t think my daughter has reached out in exactly that way since she was in grade school…
And let me tell you, it felt good for this 54 year old mommy to be ‘needed’ again. 💜