
There are some things about being a Mom that are just too hard. Labor and delivery of course; teaching your teenager how to drive; and now, realizing that your adult children have the right to make their own decisions. I'm sure that I will never stop worrying about my children's safety, no matter how old they are. Last Tuesday Hillary, her cousin Natalie, and several friends went to Idaho (about a 4 hour drive) to spend time with Julia and pick up Mariah. I knew they were planning on going back to Salt Lake City that same day. I called Hillary around 11 oclock her time to see if they had a good day, gotten back safely, etc. Turned out they hadn't even left Idaho yet! Of course that meant they would be driving all night/until the wee hours of the morning. I had visions of the driver falling asleep at the wheel. When I couldn't talk her out of just staying in Idaho for the night, I told her to do whatever she could to keep the driver awake. Then I told her that, in fact, I would call her every hour during the night to help them stay awake, and I asked her to call me when they reached Salt Lake City. So that is how it went; they left about midnight, mountain time, and I left my light on so that I wouldn't fall into a deep sleep. I called Hillary about every hour and a half, and at 3 a.m. my time she called to say they had gotten there safely. Reggie was out of town, but when he got home the next day I told him about this and he said that I was crazy. And I admit, not everyone would be as tolerant as Hillary is about their Mom's paranoia. She has always been a very sweet, patient daughter, and I think she knows that my concern comes from love. (I've realized that once my children have children, that will just give me more people to worry about. Before I went to bed that night my Mom called and asked me if they had gotten back to SLC safely. I told her that they hadn't left Idaho yet, but to PLEASE not worry. I promised her that I would worry enough for both of us. I told her about my plan, and she seemed relieved about it. I guess it's hereditary.)