In Kara’s Opinion…

I had the most wonderful experience this afternoon.

I had a brainstorming session with my daughter. Unplanned, unscheduled, it just fell into my lap. And I loved it.

If you know Kara at all, you’ll know this girl is all do with little time for creativity. She rolls her eyes at me and thinks the time I spend writing is b-o-r-i-n-g. To her, life is an adventure waiting to be explored, not thought about. You know, just do it.

Besides, who reads anymore??

I took today off work to write since I have an entry due to the Genesis by the end of the month. I was jotting down questions I wanted to email to a friend of mine that works for the Beef Council regarding the involvement my hero would have with the association given his career. Kara walks into my office, plops down in my rocking chair and begins with the pestering questions she’s famous for, anything to distract me from concentrating on my story.

“So, where’s your story going today, Mom?”

“I don’t know, babe. I’m about to email Tami and ask her about Beef Council duties.”


“My hero has meetings to attend that involve the council. I need to see what they talk about.”

“Oh. That sounds like fun.” She sits and thinks a minute. “So, is he a rodeo guy?”

“No, he handles the business end of the ranching operation.”

“So, did he rodeo in high school? In college?”

My turn to roll my eyes. “I don’t know, honey. He’s 28 now and needs to run a corporation.” I think a minute. “Well, he was popular in high school so he must have been atheletic. That’s one of my conflicts with the heroine.”

Her eyes brighten. “Well if he grew up on a ranch, and he was popular, then of course he rodeoed. What did he do? Bronc rider? Those guys have screwed up shoulders and knees if they don’t know how to fall right. Steer wrestler? Helps if they’re stocky…”

My daughter lit up the room with her enthusiasm. She went on tell me all the high and low points of each rodeo discipline according to the guys she knew in college. Oh by the way, I have mentioned Kara is studying Agriculture, right? She’s surrounded by cowboys day and evening : )

I started writing down tidbits of information I hadn’t even thought of to make my characters real, to breathe life into them. We discussed everything from what brand of jeans fit what attitude to the different trucks cowboys drove. Do you know that cowboys develop distinct habits and quirks that enable you to label them right away? Imagine that.

We spent a good hour dissecting classmates of hers. She told me what worked and what didn’t as far as attraction went. I started throwing scenerios at her and she actually had real world answers!!


We laughed together over common ground ideals. Something we haven’t done in a long time.

So often I look to God and ask for strength to get through this weaning time, time to let my kids spread their wings and fly. I know it’s time for Kara to leave the nest, the endless head butting and disagreements do wear on both of us. She knows we love her, it’s just time to build her own life.

But today, God gave us a reprieve. Bonding time. Time for mother/daughter to be friends.

I loved it.

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