Today I am linking up with the infamous Mama Kat for the pretty much world famous Writer's Workshop. To see the prompts, click here.
It was 9:00 on Sunday morning. I was fighting off sleep, as I hadn't been to bed yet. My dad would be leaving for church soon. If I fell asleep, I would lose my window of opportunity.
Church began at 9:30. I knew I would have an hour once it began.
At promptly 9:30 a.m. I picked up the phone and dialed.
"Hello?" a groggy voice said on the other end.
"Ma?" I asked. "Can you come get me?"
"Sis?" she said.
"Yeah, Ma. Can you come get me?'
I could tell from her voice that she wasn't quite registering my request.
"Get you from where?"
She was very puzzled.
I was 14 years-old and when my parents went to bed the night before, I was tucked safely in bed... The morning light had found me across town, in the kitchen of a boy I went to school with. His parents had left town for the weekend, and although he was supposed to be staying at someone else's home, he had decided to host a small get-together in their absence.
Disbelieving I was where I said I was, my mother went down to double check my room. Shocked and scared, it wasn't long before her car pulled up outside my friend's home.
Looking back, I realize how stupid I was. It was the middle of winter, in the dead of the night, in Minnesota. I walked for miles across town, crossing fields, highways, and a lake to get to my friend's. As a mother, my mind races with thoughts of all of the terrible things that could have happened to me.
But at 14, I was invincible.
At 14, my parents were foolish for worrying about me.
At 14, I had all of the answers and had the world by the horns.
I got grounded for sneaking out. I got grounded for a VERY long time.
And I was pissed.
Looking back, I realize that my parents probably weren't as hard on me as they should have been.
Looking back, I know that ultimately, they were just happy I was safe.
As I face the daily struggles of raising a difficult child with special needs, I try really hard to remember how grown up I though I was at her age. I know I need to give her some freedom to make her own mistakes. I just pray that I am able to parent her with the grace my parents used with me.