She Will Never, Not Ever, Eat a Tomato — and my daughter’s other lines in the sand
By Terri S. Vanech
We had BLTs for dinner tonight. In this heat, who wants to cook?
A work-related phone call rendered the bacon a little extra crispy, but no matter. The sandwiches were delicious. Fresh mozzarella and avocado went on mine. Basil took his with extra mayo. Catherine asked for no lettuce.
At the table, she picked off the tomato slices, going for a simple bacon and cheese experience.
“Don’t you know I don’t like tomatoes? Don’t you understand me at all?” she asked.
Oh yes, Catherine, I understand you.
You are the girl with the heart of gold and the will of steel, who dreams outsized dreams awash in shades of pink and dusted with glitter.
You want your PBJ sandwiches without crusts and your mac and cheese fresh from the box.
Under your bed are notebooks filled with hundreds of stories you’ve crafted (no, I haven’t peeked).
You wish you were still the same little girl who used to help make the bed so she could pull the “comfortable” up.
There will always be a soft spot in your heart for Harry Potter and all the life lessons his story represents. A book will always be your best friend. I know, too, that you’ll always be fascinated by the Titanic and sea creatures, ancient Egypt, and aliens.
You fear spiders even though you outweigh them many times over, and you’re worried about getting behind the wheel of a car for the first time.
You dream of being grown up, but even with one foot in adulthood you wish upon a star.
I do understand you, sweet pea.
But it wouldn’t have killed you to eat the tomatoes.
I’m Terri S. Vanech, wife, mother, reunited adoptee, and former longtime journalist now working as a communications specialist, and Jazzercise instructor. Pushing on a Rope is my attempt to make sense of all the chaos life has to offer. Here in midlife, I’m finally learning to live out loud. I hope you’ll share the journey with me.