“Mom, they cancelled my shift on Saturday. I don’t have to work until Wednesday,” #1daughter whined over the phone.
Boy, this is a switch, I thought. The realities of college expenses are finally sinking in.
I’m dying to ask her to come home, spend some time with us before the boys start school, but I want to be the “cool mom.” I want to be the mom who gives her daughter the space and independence she needs to become a functioning, healthy adult.
So, I bite my tongue. I ask about weekend plans, instead. I suggest biking or checking out the pilates class at the school fitness center.
I joke, “If you were a little closer you could come home for a few free meals.” (Okay. I’m not really joking but I’ve run out of suggestions.)
“Really?!” she says excitedly.
“Okay! I’ll pack a few things and call you as soon as I’m on the road!”
Four hours later my angel was home. Teasing her brothers and taking them out for frozen yogurt. Watching the Olympics with her mom. Late night B-movies with her dad.
Given a few free days and my daughter actually wanted to come home and spend them with us.
What a relief. Maybe I am doing something right.