To celebrate the end of school, one of Daughter’s friends had a sleepover. Daughter had cheer practice til 9:00, so I drove her to the sleepover after. The dropoff was like so many other things:
Me: “Bye [Daughter]”.
Daughter: “Uh-huh” (doesn’t look up).
I drive home thinking of how quickly kids grow up.
Then she calls at 2:30 in the morning and asks to be picked up. She doesn’t feel well. She’s not comfortable. She wants to come home.
I drive her home thinking of how long it seems to take to grow up.