Today my little girl is going on an adventure. Without me. Not that we haven’t been apart before but I’ve never been the type to just drop her off at something (besides school and close friends & family’s houses) and leave her well-being to someone else.
It’s not that I’m overprotective... Okay, it is. Sort of. But still. I just don’t fully trust anyone to watch over her the way I would. I’m her mother.
Anyway, she’s actually getting picked up from school with a bunch of other kids in a Hummer stretch limo and being taken to a fancy restaurant to celebrate a friend’s birthday.
So what’s the big deal? What am I worried about?
Oh gosh, I don’t know. All sorts of unlikely scenarios have flashed through my mind…child molesters in the bathroom; accidental peanut ingestion (she’s deathly allergic); car accidents; her getting left behind. You name it.
I talked to the birthday boy’s mom and explained that TQ has a peanut allergy and that her Epi-Pen injector is in her backpack in case of allergy-induced anaphylactic shock (I swear I’m not some crazy Munchausen-by-Proxy mom. It happens all the time and you can die from it in minutes)
I also asked that she or some other female adult escort TQ to the restroom if need be because we don’t let her go alone in public places.
I told TQ to be on her best behavior and be sure to stay with the group and other sundry safety precautions..
But really…I’ve done all I can reasonably do and though I want to hold tight and never let go, I know this is something I’m going to have to learn to do more and more.
Why does the thought of my firstborn growing up make me feel like there’s a tennis ball in my throat and an anvil on my chest?
Sometimes I wish life was like TiVo and we could just pause and rewind life at will and save the best episodes to enjoy over and over…