People always told me, “Little kids, little problems. Big kids, big problems.” I wasn’t sure what people meant, until my little kids turned into big kids.
My oldest will be 19 next month. She is spreading her wings. She is making arrangements to go to Chicago with a girl friend. She made the reservations at a hotel and got a really good deal. When I jokingly asked if it had its own bathroom, she said “Yeah, it says a shared bathroom.” I told her that means she shares it with other guests, she said no, she and her friend will share it. We looked on the website, and sure enough, one bathroom is shared by 4 guest rooms. Lesson learned? I’m not sure.
While I am terrified to let her go to a big city on her own, however, I know I must let her flutter. She needs to test things out. Her father and I spout out words of wisdom to deaf ears, but maybe she will listen to some of them.