I used to wait by the phone for a dude to call, now I wait for my daughter.
Hannah went to the bar last night. Okay...not really, it was more like karaoke at the bowling alley for a birthday party.
Thank God for cell phones and texting. What did parents do before texting? Last night, we must have texted one another 20 or so times back and forth about various things.
What was the birthday-girl's parent thinking? They did not even go to the bowling alley until close to 9 p.m.. I thought Hannah was texting to say that they were on the way home from there.
On her way to the bowling alley, I texted her, "What will you do if the adult with you takes a drink of alcohol?" Correctly answered, "I will text you so that you can come get us all." I did not htink that the adult would do that, but I just wanted to see what Hannah would say.
Another conversation:
Daughter: "Mom, what song should I sing?"
Mom: "Dancing Queen"
Daughter: "No, they will think it's weird."
Mom: "How about 867-5309?"
No reply. They ended up group-singing to two country songs that Hannah probably did not know all that well. I say...just wait until the movie Mamma Mia comes out, and all those girls will be saying how cool she is for knowing Abba!
I had to stay up until 11 p.m. wondering how in the world would I do this for the rest of my life? Wait up and worry about her. I want to follow her around at all times and make sure that she is safe and happy. When did she stop toddling around the furniture? I could keep her safe from sharp edges then. How can I keep her safe from sharp edges now? This is pre-dating. Oh man...just thinking about dating? I'm dizzy...need to go lie down, cold compress on forehead.
How did my Mother ever manage all those nights I went out and stayed out late?
Thanks goodness that my Sophie will stay home with me and not cause me such distress! (Talk about a silver lining on Sophie Storm!)
2 comments:
Couple things on this one. First off, we watched Muriel's Wedding last night and therefore were in the mood for some ABBA...so I just (literally 5 minutes ago) downloaded ABBA's Greatest Hits from iTunes and happened to be listening to Dancing Queen as I was scanning my Google Reader and reading this very post. So weird. I love that you love ABBA. And I totally agree with the Mamma Mia thing.
Secondly, this post seriously brought tears to my eyes. I now read these things with the eyes of a mother. Wow! We are protecting from sharp corners now (as Andrew just started standing up holding the furniture yesterday)...but I realize it's going to get harder. I can totally sympathize with what you're going through. And I am so glad that you two have such a great relationship. Hannah is a good girl. She's smart and responsible (thank God). But that doesn't 100% help the worrying, does it? I guess we just worry on different levels and forever.
Oh, wow... this blog kind of made me sad! I'm not sure why -- I guess the thought of you trying to make Sophie watch Jane Austen movies. :o) Maybe you should try being more like your mom and make up a couple of little white lies about the outside world. LOL Or, at the very least, find a guy that will double date with Hannah when she gets to that point.
(Okay, now I'm feeling weird. That whole comment was like a cross between a Sophie Kinsella novel and "Because I said so."
*grin*
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