I am asking for all my friends to send protective prayers for Mollie this week. Later today my baby daughter, my little girl, my very heart, is boarding a plane to fly alone to the evil, scary, worrisome ‘big city’ to spend some time with her big brother. Do you know what this does to a mother? Heck, I’m scared by the idea of flying alone and of being in a big city, but the idea doesn’t seem to bother her at all. She assures me she can navigate the subways to his apartment alone, but thankfully, LJ and Collin have agreed to meet her at the airport this first time. This mades me feel better as I picture my beautiful, blonde daughter sitting on the subway, little suitcase by her side and speaking with her beautiful southern accent. We could just have her wear a sign saying: I’m a beautiful, naïve, little southern girl – please take advantage of me.
I’m finding this all very difficult. Who told them they were allowed to grow up and have an adult relationship anyway? He should still be mad at her for throwing sand in his hair! Shouldn’t she still be upset about his condescending ways and remember how angry she was when he once told her, “My, aren’t you astute?” I tried to explain that being ‘astute’ was a good thing she told me, “Not the way he said it!”
In addition to my worries about her safety, there is that nagging worry all parents have when their adult offspring began to communicate – that fear of which nursing home they’re contemplating and how soon will they try to rail road us there.
Taking a deep breath here...
To keep me occupied this week I'll be answering the question you've asked so far. Please keep asking, this might keep my mind occupied.