I've rode with my daughter a time or two since I've got here... in her new car. This one replaced the car that hit a brick mailbox some months back.
She's not the reckless type, really, but has managed to total 3 cars. I think I totaled one by the time I was her age. But I didn't grow up in the city.
I wish I could convince her to come back to Virginia with me. And I am fully aware it is for selfish reasons... my peace of mind. If she were closer I could watch over her, take care of her. But she is strong-willed like her mother, so my guess is she will continue to live in this over-priced studio apartment in Texas. I've alerted the apartment management to repairs that have been neglected--I can't help but think they're taking advantage of the younger folks. I assure you, my voice dripped honey when I carried the broken shelf from the refrigerator and let them know the freezer was dripping a pan of water a day. I'm thinking the apartment manager is ready for me to go back to wherever I came from.
My flight left this morning... without me. I do miss home, JB and Momo and Pop. But my business is not finished here. I can't leave just yet.
I need to teach this pretty young lady how to cook in an efficiency kitchen. But first, she has to learn that she MUST eat.
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Yes.
Eating is important.
Good on you, mom, for staying.
Cripes. Her insurance must be astronomical.
And I lived on popcorn and takeout for a while when I was her age. I didn't die.
Hang in there, Mom.
This makes me think of my mom talking me through living on my own, telling how to wash, cook, etc for myself. I didn't think I needed all that help at the time, but i clearly did. And I lvoe her for it.
I hope your daughter is listening to you and learning from what you're saying.
Oh, my, do you have a full plate.
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