Rain boots. She needed rain boots. And she called to tell me that she had bought a pair! Of course I asked her to send me a picture of her new rain boots, in all their glory.
I’ve never cared so much about rain boots!
You see, these particular boots symbolize something huge and powerful – my daughter WANTS me to be involved in her everyday. My heart!!! These are seriously the best boots anyone has ever bought in the history of the universe!
And it doesn’t stop with rain boots!
She rides her bike around campus to her classes, and someone else has the same bike.
She eats lots of waffles. Loves Swing Cats. Finally got a breakfast taquito from Whataburger. And eats dinner late.
She is actually going to the football game, and plans to clean up the stadium when it’s over.
The guy in the bookstore can’t follow directions.
SHE FINALLY SAW JIM, (aka the Sergeant Major.)
And apparently “tons of rain” means a light drizzle. So much for the rain boots. 😜
But there is something better than knowing one of her professors talks about her kids all the time.
She tells me other stuff, too.
Like when she is homesick and lonely. Or when she is stressed and tired. Or when she declared a major.
And when we talk – we sometimes talk for an hour! An hour! A few days ago, I laughed and said, “you didn’t think you would miss me!” She laughed…but she knew it was true!
Other moms who have gone before me have said the dynamic with your teenage child gets better when they move out. I was never too convinced of that. But you know what? It happened almost immediately!
And I’m soaking it all in.
And something else – I’ve never owned a pair of rain boots.