As we grow older, life gets a little more complicated. Jobs get stressful, the kids start entering puberty (Terrifying!), and the balance between work and play seems to become unfavorably weighted. Actually, speaking of “play”, I can’t remember the last time I engaged in such an activity. For the last 10 months my “play” has been the twenty minute commute to work where I listen to my guilty pleasure of 90’s Hip-Hop, and for a few minutes, I’m not an “uncool” mother of two teenage boys; I’m “Left-Eileen”, belting out “No Scrubs” as I perform all the stationary dance moves that are physically possible while seat-belted inside a powder-blue Toyota Prius.
As I sit in my living room, I look down at the bottle of Captain’s Walk 7 Seas Rosé in front of me. I had read an article stating that the wine received a Double Gold medal at the 2021 Experience Rosé Competition, and since I live just down the road from the winery, I figured I’d treat myself. As I lean in for my first sip, my nose is filled with the aromas of fresh pear, apple, and apricot. As the tangy liquid hits my tongue, my ungraceful, post-workday slouch is abruptly corrected and I am filled with a sudden rush of zesty energy. Man, no wonder why this wine received such a high honor.
I then begin thinking again about my part-time, morning gig as a 90’s rap star. Hey! Maybe it’s not too late to shift the scales for more play after all! Hip-hop artist by day… Pirate by night??? I eye up the subtle blush color of the seven-grape blend inside the clear bottle. Through the soft lighting of the lamp across the room, the wine seems to shimmer a dark gold. It looks like I may have already found the iconic “buried treasure”. The elaborate map design of the label gives off true notions of setting sail on the high seas and reminds me of a “treasure map” I had made for my boys when they were younger. We spent hours exploring the backyard until my husband walked out and gave a concerning look regarding the multiple holes that had been dug and the dirt that soon covered the boys’ tiny faces, although they probably don’t remember anymore.
I laugh to myself as I envision the full bottle as a telescope and soon become the lookout in the Crow’s Nest of a massive ship. My main task is to scope the waters for sea creatures that may be lurking in the depths; aka, the two hormonal teenagers that terrorize the fridge and can turn grown men to stone with a single eye roll. Oh gosh, sound the alarms! I spot them now! They slowly appear from behind a door marked, “Keep Out”. I catch a smile across their face as they observe the bottle of 7 Seas. “Hey, Mom. Do you remember that one time you made us a treasure map and we spent the entire day playing pirates in the backyard? I still think about that day.” I give a big grin back. And in that moment, the sea monsters that I had been cautious of became the same, sweet, dirt-covered little boys that I fell in love with. “ I sure do, baby.”
Submitted By: Eileen Walker; Bellevue, WI; Captain’s Quarters Member Since 2019