Early in the morning the telephone rang. I heard French Husband speaking in French which confirmed to me that Chelsea had arrived safely in France. I sat up in bed hoping to talk to her.
I could hear French Husband's voice growing concerned. I rubbed my eyes and focused on the one sided conversation that he seemed to be leading.
"The keys…. but you just got your license a month ago… Rome? You want to drive to Rome? With two girlfriends? Why not take a train? Why not take a bus? Oh they're full. But you haven't driven in France; let alone drive to Rome! Of course I trust you….."
I made a signal for French Husband to pass me the phone. I didn't know what I was going to say… though I wanted to blink my eyes and have our daughter change into a baby again.
Instead I tried to remember what it was like when I was eighteen and tasting freedom for the first time.
That only made the moment Bitter and Sweet.
Holy cow parenting never gives you a dull moment does it!
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