My son just drove away to take his girlfriend home. I can hear him (his car) driving up Main Street. I have warned him many times ... you know, I can hear you driving about 6 blocks away. I hear every time you shift, the speed you are going. But here is the deal. I completely trust my son. I am not afraid for him when he leaves the house in his car. I don't fret when he drives away. I treasure his independence. I am excited that he has his freedom. I don't lose sleep when he is a little late coming home. He has always called to let me know where he is and his situation. And I wonder if there is something wrong with me as a mother. That I am not fearful.
I know he will always act in the best interest of himself. And I think that confidence is a little weird. Alas, I don't trust OTHERS, but I trust him. The trust that I have in him I think is the same trust that I know my mom had in me when she allowed me to go and do things far outside my "pay grade" when I was a teenager.
My M-I-L called tonight and we all coming together as a family this Christmas in Seattle. I was a little afraid with the economic crisis that might not happen. I am very excited. Games, dinners, fireside chats. My M-I-L is a remarkable woman. I wish you could all get a chance to meet her. ;) So the Millers will be all here as a family in Seattle this Christmas.
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