Kiss It And Make It All Better

A parents job doesn't end when the kids move out. That's a fact that I'm learning over and over almost daily.

For example, just yesterday we had a bad snowstorm come through. I sent Chelsea a text message saying "Please be careful when driving to class this morning." She called me and said that her boyfriend (who goes to the same college) was going to swing by her apartment on his way to classes and pick her up so she didn't have to drive. Great news! I felt much better knowing she wasn't going to be alone.

Her college closed at noon due to the weather and at approximately 12:02 she called me in a panic because she couldn't find her car keys that she'd need later. Chelsea goes from calm to panic mode in 0.3 seconds. She knows it, and she laughs about it when she's calm, but when there's a crisis...stand back! We've always joked with her that she wouldn't be good as a paramedic. She has even said "Yea, probably not a good choice. I'd be the one running around yelling 'BLOOD! WE GOT BLOOD! Somebody do something!" LOL

So as I said, she called me and said she had lost her keys and had to have them NOW." I calmly explained that when I got off the phone with her, I'd call her dad and we'd run the extra set down to get a copy made (mind you, she was supposed to have gotten extra copies made for herself, but we won't bring that up right now).

"BUT I HAVE TO GO TO WORK".

"Ok then, I guess your boyfriend will have to take you to work and we'll get your car and bring it to you."

"He can't do that. He has to go to work too!"

"Ok then. I guess you just need to lay down and die right now."

Total silence. Which was a good thing. It let me know that she realized she had crossed over into Crazyville.

"Fiiiine. I'll see if he can run me to work. But mom. Get here fast!"

She works until 6pm and her job is less than 1/2 mile from her apartment, so she'll be fine. But it cracked me up at how worked up she gets. Wonder where in the world she gets that from?

*cough*

moving along....

We got her car open and there were her keys in the snow beside her car (must have fallen out of her pocket). We took her car to her and all was well.

Last night she called me to again say thank you for bringing her car to the office. Then she said something that shows she is getting very mature...

"Growing up is hard, huh?"

"Yea, sometimes."

"It was a lot easier when I was little, and all I had to do was to ask you to kiss my owie and it'd be all better."

"I know sweetie. It was easier for me too."

I love her.