In praise of chemistry
Gonna write a little while the Mister is in the shower.
We are staying in a hotel near Portland, OR, attending the wedding of a friend of mine. Weddings are weird affairs. The best line from the wedding officiator dude was:
When you are wrong, admit it.
When you are right, shut up.
Words to live by.
A little too much wine and Makers Mark was consumed by me. I must admit that i have felt better of a morning. But it was fun.
Thank chemist for Ibuprofen.
I am trying very hard to relinquish the illusion of control i had when Em lived at home. I fully realize it was an illusion, but it worked for me. Last night she was able to figure out a way to get to the Obama rally in Dublin, OH. I didn't ask any questions, such as 'How are you getting there?', 'Who are you going with?' and 'When will you get back?'.
Not my business any longer. Not to say that i didn't wonder.
What i did say was, "How cool! Have fun."
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I have an idea: ibuprofen with vitamins. I mean, I just read that there is beer with vitamins.
I am grateful that Tony went to the supermarket for me this morning and when I unpacked the bags I found a bag of Sensational York Peppermint patties. Those are for me, but I'll share. Want some?
I had too much to drink last night as well, but it was worth it.
I gave up asking awhile ago, it was hard, really hard.
Good on you for not asking! :) I can only imagine how hard it was!
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Wow.
I will be writing all of this down, for future reference, to use in about 6 years.
Thanks!
Good for you both!
Oh, see, and I was going to say that you could still ask, because then she remembers to ask herself. Or is it just b/c that's how I grew up? "What if you stop for gas and a crazed hunchback assaults you?"
When we decided to get a dog, the reply I got from above was "you know, you could lose your house if that dog bites someone."
I'm just saying...
one small addendum to the wedding officiator's rules...
When I am hung over, shut up.
Great wedding vows. As for Miss Em, I'm betting she loved that response. Maybe she'll call the next day to tell you all about it?
Man that part of the letting go I hadn't thought of at all. After 17 or 18 years that's gonna be tough. Good for you Meno. She's gotta learn to flap those wings. (I'm quaking in my boots thinking of B - oh man)
I also like what the wedding officiating dude said. Good words to live by. And see, you really are doing pretty good at cutting Em loose to fly on her own. It has to happen.
meno, I think you're utterly marvelous for your response when you found out. I hope beyond hope that one day (gah--soon!) I might have an nth degree of that coolness when my daughter is far away at college.
oh man....how on earth am I going to let go of the micromanager in me?
Ha I like the two lines about marriage, that's so true, except for the fact that I always want Husband to admit it and shut up at the same time.
Have fun in Portland Meno.
i'm never wrong, so my life is easy.
(cough)
good mama.
jen just totally violated the rule!!
Maybe I'll just keep having babies so I can transfer all my mom issues to each younger child...
Wow! You are such a good mom. I'm sure I'll be nervously checking to see that my children have taken their vitamins when they have children of their own. I pity them, really. But Em's lucky to have you and to know you trust her.
Mom's growing up! Good job, there, Mama!! Just don't forget to breathe...
That was a TOTAL test, and you passed with flying colors....
we have a 22 year-old son still living at home. it took a while to stop wanting to know where he was going every time he left and asking when he was coming home.
but you still want to know.
all right! (in my head, I sound like quagmire) there's nothing like alcohol and a weddin to make for some good fun!
I feel for you on the not asking bit. jess still lives at home (technically) but she's so independent and grown-up (in her mind) that I quit asking awhile ago. it didn't do me much good anymore...
The first 40 years are the hardest. :)
Weddings are fun once in a blue moon.
Hey, at least it was only a political rally. I can remember my mother almost having a heart attack when she found out my sister had protested at a KKK rally.
You're doing good - hiding it well.
Mmmmmmm, Maker's Mark.....
Congrats on your restraint.
I have to say your pretty awesome for making that transition so smoothly. My mom still wants to know where I'm going and who I'll be with.
I'm proud of you for not asking, because I know you wanted to. After a decade or more, I still want to ask, but it is getting easier not to.
By outgrowing the asking, do you outgrow the responsibility of baling them out when they show less than prudent judgement?
and, yeah, let's hear it for the magic than is ibuprofen.
Yikes! I am not looking forward to this situation. Not my business anymore,will I ever get there? Yikes.
Thanks so much for all your kind words. We made it home safe to a still standing not damaged house.
This is the type of post I like to read about parenting. I'm sure it's very tough to not be as involved in your daughter's life now that she's so far away from home. Thanks for including your thoughts about what you wanted to ask her.
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