I am in Calgary visiting my daughter Meaghan and her boyfriend Theo.
It’s a remarkable thing to be welcomed into your adult child’s life. It’s not the same as when they come home. A visit home means, everything must be as it has always been…tradition and memories are the tools that my children use to re – center themselves.
When I travel to their new lives, they want me to experience all of the discoveries that they are making without me!
Yesterday was Theo’s 25th birthday. Meggie organized a birthday dinner at a local Indian restaurant and invited their “Calgary family”. Their new family consists of Theo’s first cousin Nicole , her best friend Maeghan and her best friend’s husband Mike.
They wanted me to know their stories and their histories. I was overwhelmed. I couldn’t help thinking, “they are cowboys and cowgirls” . They have all left their homes and have headed to the wild, wild West. All for different reasons… adventure, fun, fortune. It was clear to me that the reasons were irrelevant. They have come west to start their adult lives with such courage and belief in themselves. I was intensely moved…
So here we are at an Indian restaurant and my daughter is doing all of the ordering for the table. The same daughter that drove me crazy, when she lived at home because of all of her food rules – nothing spicy, only liked chicken, white bread, pasta and sweets, nothing on her plate could touch… Her favorite expression, when she didn’t like the taste of something, was ” taste’s like dirt!”
I sat in complete wonderment as she rattled off her selections, without having to consult the menu, to our waiter. We started with PAKORAS, a chickpea fritter served with a mint and vinegar sauce. The pakoras were followed with 6 different curries:
PAPAYA PRAWN CURRY
PRAWN KASHMIRI – prawns, apples, white pepper, cream
CHICKEN JALFREZI – onions, bell peppers, tomatoes in a dry spice
LAMB VINDALOO – potatoes, jalapenos, red chillies, vinegar, coriander, cumin and cinnamon
VEGETABLE KORMA – mixed veggies, almond, raisin, cream, fennel, and cardamon
PALAK PANEER – cheese, tomato, onion, garlic, ginger and spinach
accompanied with delicious GARLIC NAAN and SAFFRON RICE
The little girl who was so timid of tasting anything new has grown into a fearless, confident young woman who is ready to taste it all…
Thanks for reading.
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This is my favorite post ever!
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Ahhh the circle of life. It is so great. Pity that many parents, especially of the helicopter type, don’t realize that it exist and is natural. To prevent it’s turning is an endless and futile battle against mother nature herself.
It sounds like your job of being a parent and nuturer is complete and has been a stunning success. Congrats.
my job of being a parent has been and remains a joy!
A heart-warming tribute Michelle and how comforting to know the ‘food torch’ has been passed on!
apparently with a vengeance!
awwwwwwwww Meaghan!!! i remember when you were living on Lord’s Poutine !!!! Loved this story!!xo
Wonderful to read you while you’re in Calgary. Written with such heart and feeling. Thank you for sharing Michelle.
I didn’t realize until I was done reading that i had tears in my eyes!
I cried when I wrote it…I wish that I could have put them in a time capsule. Not the way life works!
My girls ave a good idea that I’m just going to follow them where ever they go. Siiiigh, wish I could.
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