Guest post from one of my favorite local bloggers, Leslie Rosenthal, who grew up in Agoura and now resides in the San Fernando Valley. She is a single mom who writes in a way that I think any parent can really relate to. Check out her blog at www.leslierosenthal.wordpress.com.
There’s a line in the movie Rocky V where Rocky talks about Mickey being an angel watching over his shoulder and there is a flashback scene where Mickey says, “If you ever get hurt and you feel that you’re goin’ down this little angel is gonna whisper in your ear. It’s gonna say, ‘Get up you son of a bitch ‘cause Mickey loves you.’ “
I know this because I have seen every Rocky movie about a zillion times and if you know me, you know that I am a hard-core Rocky addict.
The movie series Rocky is a classic underdog tale where incredible people come into Rocky’s life and make a difference forever. Mickey, Apollo, Adrian….to name a few. Perhaps that is why I like it so much. The notion of people making a difference in one’s life.
As you all know, my daughter and Coach Wooden had a special relationship which I have chronicled here before. It would give me great joy to think that perhaps he is whispering in her ear his infinite wisdom on a daily basis; “Be quick, but don’t hurry.” Or perhaps he is just reminding her how to tie her shoe laces the right way…or his way.
Today, I think that angel of Coach Wooden might have been present.
I took Shayna out to an unexpected lunch today to where else…yes, our favorite neighborhood coffee shop, VIP’s. Also known as Coach Wooden’s favorite coffee shop.
It was quiet there and we had the place almost to ourselves. Karen, our favorite server was there and she knew right away what Shayna would want because it was after 12 noon, which is Shayna’s cut off time from cheese eggs and turns into time for a Patty Melt.
When the yummy Patty Melt arrived on rye bread, I had a feeling something might happen. Something big. Something that would make this meal one we would never forget. Shayna just might lose that loose tooth – which would be her first tooth ever.
A few bites in, it happened. Just like I thought. I looked over and the tooth was officially “snaggled” and there was some blood in her mouth. I didn’t say a word to her. I waited. Quietly. Patiently as she chewed on that meat. And then it happened!
“MOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” I turned casually to her as she screamed, “MY