I'm so glad my kids are old enough that I don't have to play tourist for them and their friends. I love that she's discovering things without me. I'm super proud of her for planning a whole day's worth of outings without my input. She informed me of where they were going.
She started checking in with me around three in the afternoon, apologizing for not having gotten in touch before then. Quite honestly I had kind of forgotten she was out and about because I was busy with my writing group then my mother. I looked at the clock every once in awhile thinking of the different places they probably were by that time. Then I dropped my mother off at home and opened my back passenger door to get her walker out of the backseat and the handle came clean off. Either it was doomed to break or I don't know my own strength.
When I landed home I briefly wondered if the kids were having a good time, but got on the phone right away to a dealership to figure out how to get the door handle fixed. The parts department said it might be on warranty, so then I waited for the service department to call me back to confirm or not if it was. I had to make an appointment to bring it in today because apparently they have to actually see that the handle busted off before they can tell me whether it's on warranty, because I have nothing better to do this time of year.
I was pleasantly surprised when my daughter texted me. She is her father's daughter and not one to remember where she isn't, so I wasn't worried. Admittedly, I would've begun to be concerned, maybe after I finished making spaghetti and meatballs and salad for dinner and packing up the almond roca. I was occupied.
Either she's grown up enough that I trust her judgement or I'm finally grown up enough to let her live her own life.