I consider it a challenge to try to figure out what they are doing because inevitably you will lose contact. I listen to the sounds, if I can hear voices and try and decipher conversations. I know it is sketchy but hey, they called me! I remember one time my butt dialed my boyfriend and I knew he was the one for me when he told me that he listened to my singing along with a song on the radio. I quickly enabled my face lock on my phone to prevent that from happening again! Funny how stage fright carries on to butt dialing....who knew!
As far as my children go, I mentioned before that I still have my phone right by my bed at night, so when Heidi butt dials me 2am I bolt awake and am prepared for disaster. I proceed to yell her name a few times as the dogs look at me confusedly, and realize she is fine but at a party. She is talking about Papago Park and hiking while having fun with her friends. Then I realize the friends are boys. My baby is with multiple boys at two am. Now this is more concerning. I remember the days where she was not allowed to be in the same room alone with a boy....when did that change? How was this happening? What was I going to do about it....she could get in trouble and I would never know it. Who are they and who are their parents? Something MUST be done to prevent her from making a grave mistake!!!
This is where you realize the apron strings must be cut! She is living her life and has mostly made OK choices. She lives on her own and if that is what she wants to do she is entitled to. I trust her and remind myself that we have instilled values in her that are lurking around in her head somewhere. That is the difference from having them under your roof to living under their own.
I hang up the phone and roll over to go to sleep all the while thinking "I hope she remembered to put deodorant on, check her teeth for food and not wear that ugly shirt that is so not flattering....who is going to do that for her now that she doesn't live with me???
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