I'm still on vacation, sitting in a hotel bed with my coffee beside me as Maggie still sleeps in the other room. Sigh. I remember when she woke at 4:45 for the day. I thought I'd never get any sleep again. Now here she is, a teenager, sleeping until 9:00.
While she gets her rest, I'm loving these four fun things including some trip pics:
On July 4th, my son came in a little sad-sack because his friend was playing with another friend. Instead of letting him have his feelings and be sad, I hopped up and said (my voice infused with the anxiety a mother feels when her child is unhappy): Let's make lemonade!
I'm not sure why I said that because we've never once made homemade lemonade. Was I literally trying to turn lemons into lemonade?
Who knows? All I know is we used this recipe and it was a major hit with the entire family. It was easy-peasy to make, very simple and excellent. The base is quite sweet, and even our kids had to add a titch more water than they initially expected, but it was gone in one afternoon.
Portrait of Serena
As I walked through the Met, I kept turning and finding myself staring at yet another incredible piece of art. I really love portraits. I love people. I love people's stories and their faces and the way they move. So, for me, while I appreciate a landscape or still-life, the portraits always pull me in.
I turned a corner the other day and come face-to-face with Klimt's portrait of Serena Pulitzer Lederer. I was stunned. I'm not sure I'd ever seen this portrait before, online or in a book anywhere. When I think of Klimt, I think of color. So, to see this portrait of a woman in white really stopped me. I loved it and stood looking for a long time, much to the dismay of Maggie, who though the art museum might kill her with the pangs of boredom.
Sunset over the Hudson River
We're upstate now, and I sat last night listening to the new cadets move through Beast Barracks and watched the sun set. It was nothing short of amazing. I sat there, the air free of humidity, hardly a bug in sight, and thought how lucky I am.
Sunsets inspire that in me. :)
So, Madame X is probably my favorite painting of all time. There are a few close contenders, but I'm always drawn (like to many people) to Madame X.
I didn't see the actual painting while we were at the Met. Maggie's stomach hurt and we'd already walked 15,000 steps that day, so we chose to hit the bookstore and then go back to the hotel.
But...while I was in the bookstore/gift shop (which is extensive), I found Strapless: John Singer Sargent and the Fall of Madame X. I immediately snatched that up, and later that evening, after Maggie had secured a wedge of brie (I know, makes no sense to me either), I dug in. The book, so far, is well-written and compelling. I love a little real-life, old-world intrigue. That it's based on such an iconic painting is the dog's tuxedo.
That's it so far. We're having a great time, even with a few teenage angst moments and peri-menopause hormone surges.
A few years ago, Maggie and I traveled to China together. Let me say: a 10-year-old is much more compliant and amenable than a 13-year-old. :)
I just remind myself that this is a natural part of her growth, the desire to exert her independence and her development of her own preferences. I can't dictate every move any longer, and while that can be frustrating (while I foot the bill), if I slow down and just observe her making her choices, it's also thrilling to see her growing up.