If you just are patient and loving
Kids grow up. Yes, a lot of us wish they wouldn’t, but they do.
Two instances of proof.
When my daughter was 22-ish, she worked at a private high school in Virginia. One day she called me, half-laughing, half-crying. I said, “Hello…,are you okay?”
She said, “I’m fine. I guess. Mom, I’m you! I just heard myself telling a 7th grader that her outfit was inappropriate. All my life I swore I would NEVER say that word.” Pause. Sigh. “Now I know what you meant.”
When she was about 13 the two of us went to the Christmas tree farm. She always got to pick the tree, which had resulted in several Charlie Brown trees decorated in our home.
This year she wanted a tall tree and we cut one down and dragged it back to the car. I drove a compact car but had not considered the logistics of transporting it to our house.
Finally, I opened the sunroof and lowered the tree trunk into the back seat, with about four feet of tree top sticking out the sunroof. She was mortified. “I’m never going anywhere with you again. This is so embarrassing.”
Today, 31 years later, she sent me a photo of a slender leafy tree protruding from the sunroof of her new car. They are relocating their business and sold their previous office space and are moving out their office plants. She said, “I drove home at 20 mph because this tree has never been outside and doesn’t know about wind.”
Laughing hysterically, I texted back. “That’s what cars are FOR! Transportation.”
Two instances of proof.
When my daughter was 22-ish, she worked at a private high school in Virginia. One day she called me, half-laughing, half-crying. I said, “Hello…,are you okay?”
She said, “I’m fine. I guess. Mom, I’m you! I just heard myself telling a 7th grader that her outfit was inappropriate. All my life I swore I would NEVER say that word.” Pause. Sigh. “Now I know what you meant.”
When she was about 13 the two of us went to the Christmas tree farm. She always got to pick the tree, which had resulted in several Charlie Brown trees decorated in our home.
This year she wanted a tall tree and we cut one down and dragged it back to the car. I drove a compact car but had not considered the logistics of transporting it to our house.
Finally, I opened the sunroof and lowered the tree trunk into the back seat, with about four feet of tree top sticking out the sunroof. She was mortified. “I’m never going anywhere with you again. This is so embarrassing.”
Today, 31 years later, she sent me a photo of a slender leafy tree protruding from the sunroof of her new car. They are relocating their business and sold their previous office space and are moving out their office plants. She said, “I drove home at 20 mph because this tree has never been outside and doesn’t know about wind.”
Laughing hysterically, I texted back. “That’s what cars are FOR! Transportation.”
