4/15/2011
My daughter’s not home
Sky is dark and moon is high
I’m learning to breathe
For now, she’s just babysitting.
Next year, she will be at a party.
With her cell phone accidentally turned off.
And there will be a year abroad, or a boyfriend, or she might run out of gas.
And I will remember what it was to be her age.
I really, really hope I will remember…
For that year abroad, you might consider the American School of Belo Horizonte and THEN she would have another mom to look out for her . . . you know, just enough to keep her own mom a little more relaxed.
Mine wants to do a year abroad (in our case, this means in the USA) too. Better yet, how old is yours? I have a 12 year old girl. We could just switch daughters for the year.
Um, so, mine’s ALSO 12. And I’m not kidding. This may be a VERY good idea….
tanita says:
At least you’re looking ahead — I think my Mom was caught off-guard by the whole thing.
As you’re learning the breathe, the fledgling is learning to fly, and will come back to you with a lot of phone calls that start, “Mooooooooom…”
Re: tanita says:
I think I may be okay with those phone calls…
love this.
Liz, I’ve a twenty-one-year-old who hasn’t lived at home for three years, another teen who spent a year in Japan. I’m STILL learning how to breathe. But then, so’s my mom.
-annette
Re: love this.
Oh, gosh. I know, right?
Parenting. The open wound…