The next morning, Mom helped Lacey use the potty.
Then promptly sat down in front of the smelly potty and started teaching Lacey to talk.
Sometimes Mom's idea of proper totally confuses me!
But then Mom said, "Grammie writes novels on the computer!"
And Lacey excitedly waved her arms and repeated, "Puter! Puter!"
So, I couldn't really question Mom's methods.
Then I found Keri and Terrin in the living room sitting companionably together on the couch.
Keri was watching TV and listening to kid's music, while Terrin worked on his homework.
Or that's what I thought he was doing until he asked, "What about this tux, Mom? Do you think Dayna would like it?"
Keri smiled and said, "Dayna asked YOU to prom, Terrin, not your clothes. I think any one of them would do nicely, so pick the one you like best."
"That sounds like a good idea, Mom, even if this isn't the official prom. It's actually something new for AP, a Homecoming Dance, which is open to all high school students. Prom is more exclusive, open to Juniors and Seniors. Unless you work on the Prom committee, then you get to go both, if you want to."
"Either way, if Dayna asked you, it's a pretty sure bet that she wants to spend time with you. Do you know her well? Is she in your Music Club?"
Terrin frowned and said, "I don't know her well at all. In fact, she misses quite a bit of school, but I'm not sure why. Someone said it's due to a genetic condition she has, but I don't know for sure. But since I have a genetic condition of my own, that actually gives us something in common."
Then the bus arrived and Terrin headed off to school.
Being reminded of Terrin's condition, that afternoon Terrin and I did some more research.
The book I was reading was one of the gardening books I'd purchased from the bookstore.
One that had an entire section about PlantSims written by a scientist in Sunset Valley, Susan Wainwright.
I couldn't contain my excitement and blurted, "This article says, a scientist, Susan Wainwright, has not only done extensive research in science and gardening but she has a PlantSim child too!"
Terrin's reaction was even more astounded as his mouth dropped open and he finally shouted, "Really!?!"
I quickly made a phone call to Anoki and asked him about this Susan Wainwright to see if she was legit.
And his answer had me smiling as he said, "Susan Wainwright!?! She's one of the foremost scientists in the field, along with her husband Boyd. In fact, they not only have a PlantSim daughter, but a son who has a peculiar genetic condition as well. I should have thought of that before! I'll give them a call and explain the situation. I'm sure they'll be calling you soon to ask some questions, maybe even order some tests for Terrin to help figure out what's going on."
I passed on this information to Terrin but tried to contain myself as I didn't want to get his hopes up.
Though when Terrin left the room, I was crowing, "It wasn't just science or medicine we needed to be looking into but gardening as well! I have a feeling that if anyone can help Terrin it will be the Wainwright's!"
But that hadn't prepared me for the visitor that showed up later that evening.
A young girl who was without a doubt a PlantSim!
"Mr. Scott Swanson?"
When I nodded the young girl continued, "Hi! I'm Iris Wainwright! My parents were so concerned about what's happening with your son they had my brother fly me here in his…private jet… to conduct some tests personally. I was curious myself as I've never met another PlantSim."
I invited Iris inside and before I could explain that Terrin wasn't home, he walked in the door.
And the attraction between the two of them was so intense it filled the room!
I shouldn't have been surprised since the two teen PlantSims had never met someone of their own species before.
But I still felt uncomfortable witnessing such a personal moment.
Though their words were generic enough as Iris said, "Hi, Terrin, I'm Iris, Iris Wainwright."
And though Terrin shot me a look, he replied, "Hi, Iris. Welcome to Appaloosa Plains."
As they shook hands, I finally had the presence of mind to say, "I'll leave you two alone. I'm sure Iris has plenty of medical questions for you."
But I didn't go far and overheard plenty.
And, strangely enough, Terrin seemed totally at ease with Iris.
Despite telling me recently that he couldn't talk to girls!
Maybe because Iris is a PlantSim, giving them something in common that goes deeper than interests.
"So do you work with your parents in their lab?"
"Ever since my teen birthday," Iris said proudly, adding, "But I've been a test subject all my life, though Mom controls that exclusively. I attend school there too as I go to the Science Academy."
"Won't that hurt your grades, being here and missing school?"
Iris laughed, "My parents would never allow that! Since we weren't sure how long it would take to figure out what's going on with you, they had me transferred to the Science Academy here at Wolfson's Hospital and Research Facility. And I'll continue my after-school-job doing research with you. Don't worry, nothing that will hurt or harm you! Mom wouldn't condone anything like that! But I'd like to get back to Sunset Valley and my…friends, as soon as possible, so let's start with the basics. Can you photosynthesize?"
Terrin nodded, "Yes! I tried it right after my teen birthday as soon as the sun came out! It felt fantastic but I was still hungry afterwards."
"Does being hungry limit your daily activities? Do you feel you have to rest more than the rest of your family does?"
"Not at all! I've attended school regularly and even participated in Music Club since grade school. I know a lot about music, piano, drums, and bass, but so far I've only ever played guitar. Well, not counting playing the xylophone or toy drum when I was toddler."
Terrin blushed a bit at mentioning being a toddler.
Then enthusiastically added, "I've even got a part-time job at the theater here in town," With a shrug he added, "My family and friends think I have a lot of talent, enough to be a Rock Star one day!"
Iris' smile faltered as she asked, "A Rock Star?"
Terrin continued, "I know, for someone smart like you who's family's got their own Research Facility, a career in music probably sounds like a pretty lame goal…"
Iris interrupted and said, "Not at all. My eldest brother, Patrick, is in a band with some friends of his and they're awesome! Well, at least their music is and the band is quite successful. But if you've really got talent why not put it to the test!"
"Put it to the test?"
"Yes! Anyone can be a big fish in a small pond, but it takes real talent to be the cream of the crop!"
"Like your brother, Patrick, back in Sunset Valley?"
Excitedly Iris said, "Think bigger! A small city like Roaring Heights, or maybe even…Bridgeport!"
"Bridgeport!?! That's where our Founder lived before she came here! Well, she was in Aggie's Corner first, then the family moved here, but she was a ghost then…"
Iris queried, "Your Founder lived in Bridgeport and then moved to…Aggie's Corner? Why would someone from a beautiful city like Bridgeport choose to move to a town I've never even heard of?"
"It's a long story and I don't have all the details yet. But I've always been interested in learning more about Bridgeport. I never thought of actually moving there…but now that you've brought it up…I'll definitely have to track down Founder Brooke some night and have her fill me in. But Iris?"
"Yes, Terrin?"
"It would be way easier to make it as a Rock Star, especially in Bridgeport, if I didn't have to eat or take bathroom breaks!"
"So, we'll just have to figure out what's going on…I'll get some tests set up in the lab and let you know when. But it's getting late and I should be getting back before Mrs. Miller starts worrying. This town is worse than Sunset Valley, with everything closing by 9 and everyone in bed by 10!"
With those words, Iris headed out the door, her flower trail following behind her.
Leaving Terrin entranced by the whole encounter.
But was it Iris herself that had him mesmerized?
The fact that she was a PlantSim? Or a pretty teenage girl? Or that she was both!?!
Or was it the idea of being a Rock Star in Bridgeport!?!
My thoughts were prompting a lot more questions than answers!
But I didn't ask any of them.
Because after Iris left, Terrin went into the living room and started practicing his guitar.
He was so intent on his playing, so focused, I decided to keep my questions to myself.
Though whether that was for Terrin's benefit or my own was another question.
Because I wasn't really sure I wanted to know the answers!
To find out that, because of me, because of my persistence in trying to find a cure for Terrin, I might have to deal with my son leaving the farm, our family, for the bright lights and fame of Bridgeport!
A plaintive cry from the nursery had me hurrying to check on Lacey.
But just as she pulled herself up to a standing position, my eye caught the painting on the wall.
One that Terrin had done, his first actually; two simple stick figures, not a masterpiece in anyone's estimation.
But a painting that made my heart ache for the simpler times of childhood; teaching them to fish, helping with homework, hearing their childish laughter as they listened to a ghost story.
I was abruptly brought back to the here and now when Lacey jiggled the crib railing and said, "Daddy! Pick me up!"
I focused on doing something simple, something I could actually control and did as she asked.
But once she was in my arms, she smiled and said, "Higher, Daddy, higher!"
So, I complied, tossing her up in the air, listening to her delighted laughter.
Then, my heart full of love and agony over being a parent, I snuggled her close.
Lacey endured the tight hug for a moment, then she began squirming in my arms.
"Down, Daddy, down! Lacey, walk!"
As Lacey eagerly walked towards me, her steps more and more confident, I thought that pretty much summed up raising children, didn't it?
Nooboos were content, as long as they were fed and clean and safe, in your arms or in their cribs.
Toddlers enjoyed a few cuddles, but just for a bit, then they wanted to be down and walking on their own.
Childhood gave them even more confidence, playing tag, riding their bikes, hanging out with friends, needing you less and less.
Then came the teenage years, a little bit of angst, but more independence, learning to drive, going on dates, going to the prom, thinking about Uni, and careers.
And leaving home…
All that went racing through my mind as Lacey walked toward me.
But I shook myself out of my reverie, caught my young daughter up in my arms and focused totally on her.
If nothing else, my thoughts made me realize just how important it was to stay in the moment, to enjoy her toddlerhood.
So, with walking mastered, and after a quick shower, I went back to the nursery to join Lacey for some play time.
Watching her hit the xylophone keys with the little wooden baton.
Seeing her face light up as she struck one musical note after another.
Feeling in my heart that this is what was important.
Times like this were not just trivial moments, hurried through to get on to the next task.
They were all special!
Meant to be savored and enjoyed, etched into our memories, to be taken out and reflected on years and years from now, as comforting as a warm hug from a loved one.
Knowing that such precious toddler moments were fleeting, I kept totally focused on Lacey.
And decided to let the future take care of itself.
This entry has run the gamut of intense emotions.
Euphoria at learning of the Wainwright's extensive scientific and gardening knowledge.
Especially since they've sent their PlantSim daughter, Iris, to AP, so she can conduct the research into Terrin's condition personally.
Then despair at the thought of Terrin's cure making it even more possible for him to leave us!
Not just moving out, but having Iris fill his head with thoughts of being a famous Rock Star in the far away city of Bridgeport!
But then my despair was replaced with love and hope, as I finally realized that I needed to enjoy this time with my children.
To love them and focus on the present, making the most of the time we have together.
And hope that everything we share makes them strong, capable of having rich lives of their own, whatever they choose to do in the future or wherever they go.