I HATE, HATE, HATE the feeling I get when my husband is sitting on the couch next to me and HE gets a phone call from one of the kids. He suddenly looks serious. I can overhear just a bit of the story but mostly the child’s tone and dad’s face fill my hear with concern.
When he hangs up and tells me, “Child A just ____(scary event that makes a mom’s heart race).” Then he goes back to whatever he was doing like watching ESPN or solving a Sudoku. That’s it!
I sit and wait for more information but the details never come. I flood him with questions. Is everyone alive? Does the car still have a fender? Is everyone okay physically? What do you mean they’ll be home 6 hours after the concert? Is everyone okay mentally? Did the deer live? The ticket was how much? Does that include going to the hospital?
I wonder why the kids just don’t call me. Parenting adults is much harder than it looks!!!
It certainly seemed much easier when I could carry their burdens and their bodies on my shoulders.
