Dancing with Jasy

My Daughter Jasy

My daughter  Jasy came to visit us this week from South Carolina. It is the first time I have got to wrap my arms around that child in 7 months. I miss her and that pretty face.  I feel like I am turning into my Grandma Lynn though for I remember when my sister Patsy and I would go to Kentucky for a visit she would be crying when we pulled up into the holler and crying when we pull away heading for home. I do that now with my daughter. I cry when I see her and cry when she’s leaving.  Mark just shakes his head at the whole matter. It seems we never get enough time to just be together when she is here. There is always something else…either Lucca, or the farm or even just the dance mothers and daughters do with one another…I want to treat her like she is still a baby and she wants to show me how grown up she has become. I like my daughter..I really do like her…. I think she is funny, sensitive, smart and talented. She is so striking beautiful with her long blonde hair and those  endless blue eyes of hers that has melted my heart and resolve so many times. She wants to follow in her grandmother’s and mom’s footsteps and pursue a music career….and she has the talent to do so, and I’m not being a stage mom….she can sing, she writes and she is a born people person. Jasy can turn on a big bright smile and light up the room. I have never met anyone that doesn’t comment on her personality…yes and always on her looks. She wants to sing rock music and coming from a family that is ingrained in country music it might be a mountain she’ll have to climb to win people over. She is talking about trying out for American Idol….I think it is a great idea. I think she could get so much experience from just experiencing that process. She feels so isolated from musical people being in South Carolina although I think its more to do with her not feeling confident enough yet to start peering up with others like herself in that area. Music is everywhere and musicians and artists tend to cling together it is just a matter of finding those groups. As young mother herself, I think she doesn’t feel like she has the time nor energy to seek them out.  We were playing around yesterday here on the farm with guitars just her and I…she was singing a couple of new songs for me and of course I was gifting her with all my wisdom about what she may think of changing…ha ha…that is the mother/daughter dance. although she seems like she is far more open to listening to someone who has traveled the road she wants to take. I was happy to see that.  It’s funny because I feel as if there is so much unsaid between Jasy and I…It’s not that we don’t say I love you…and all that…but I want her to know how much she means to me and I think sometimes she doesn’t. If I could just take her inside my head for five minutes she would understand she is my light, my world. I believe in that girl…I believe she can do anything. I am so proud of her and the life she has made for herself…it wasn’t easy coming from a divorced family that fought for years over her. It wasn’t easy having her mommy always traveling while she stayed with her grandparents. It wasn’t easy for her when she was just turning into a teenager having a new step dad and step sister not to mention a baby brother when she didn’t get enough of me to herself as a child. I wished that I could show her she’s so adored and never a day goes by I don’t wish to hold her in my arms.

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My name is Peggy Lynn Marchetti. I am a wife, a mother of two beautiful, never boring children, and a farmer... that's right - a farmer... a female farmer to be exact. I live on a beautiful little third generation organic farm in middle Tennessee.

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8 comments on “Dancing with Jasy
  1. Megan says:

    Im crying so yall better be crying. You have a very special woman for a daughter.

  2. Lynda Lazeo Lee says:

    Peggy..Jazy is a beautiful young woman, who obviously had a rough time, but you know, you have a huge heart made of gold, and she is very Blessed to have you as her Mom. I’m sure she knows how you feel. Life is a big challenge…I know that…and it’s not always fair. I stuck by my husband for years when he had a bad heart, until he finally had a heart/double lung transplant. It wasn’t easy. And I’ve been in the wheelchair since birth, so things were already rough for me. But I put him first, and stayed with him for months at the hospital after the surgery, and all through his recovery. Then, once he was on his feet, he left me and Kimberly, who was 12 at the time. It was devasting, but we got through. Two years after playing the field, he realized he had made a mistake, and told his Brother that he wanted to get back with me. Unfortunately, he caught pnemonia and we lost him, again! I love Kim with all my heart and she is a strong woman because of everything she went through…so is Jazy! Love her as you do, and don’t feel guilty about the past. You are a wonderful person..a great role model. Jazy knows it! She is so pretty…you have every right to be proud n’ brag on her! Good luck to her with her Rock dreams! How could she fail…she has Lynn blood in her! My love n’ prayers to you both!!

  3. Donna says:

    Beautifully said Peggy.

  4. a. mckeehan says:

    angels among us.

  5. Tracey says:

    what a beautiful story about your visit with your daughter.Sounds like a fantastic young lady.

  6. Tracey says:

    what a beautiful story about your visit with your daughter.

  7. Earl says:

    Seem’s like her mom and grandmother, has a good head on her shoulders, and at least she knows in her heart she wants to be a rocker, later in years she may change her mind, I’ve heard her sing and I know she could do either type of music she wanted to.

    The farm looks great, your plants look very healthy.

  8. Ane says:

    It is so hard to be grown……but a beautiful story for some beautiful ladies….

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