If you’re a parent (if you’re a child as well) you understand no intergenerational relationship is totally smooth. Stef and I have gone without speaking. More frequently we’ve resorted to shouting. Not tonight. This conversation was everything I could hope for.
We talked about Roxie. We talked about Stef’s social life. We talked about work.
I’m not even sure how much I’ve revealed about my child’s professional life. She lives and works in Hollywood. She is California’s only resident with a sub-ten minute commute!
Stef works in the business as the assistant to the two principals of a production company big into reality.
She loves her bosses. She loves her job.
It’s funny. I pulled every string I could to try and help her get a job. For nearly a year nothing I did helped. Then out of the blue she got this job on her own!
“It would have been the job I wanted… if I knew it existed,” she once said.
No matter how much she tells me I always want to hear more. I’m not sure if she can understand my excitement over what must seem like the minutiae of her life. I’m excited because her job comes with salary, benefits, but more importantly a liberal education in career development.
She is learning what she’ll need to thrive and succeed.
I can guarantee beyond the shadow of a doubt we will scream at each other again. Would you expect any less? Helaine says Stef and I are too much alike.
Tonight she called and regaled me with stories. Tonight she warmed my heart. Tonight Stefanie was the perfect child.
It was my best drive home ever!