Well, my kid made it to Arizona safely. Shockingly enough, I didn’t spend the entire vacation without him in an anxious mess. Sure, I breathed a sigh of relief when I knew his plane landed safely, but that was about it. The few days without Stink included lots of cherished time with Pip and her dad.
We all stayed up late a few times, curled up on the green couches with books akin to those fat fluffy seals sunning themselves on rocks at the pier. (I’m currently reading Anne Lammot’s Grace, Eventually and just laughing out loud. That woman is brilliant and about as neurotic as I am. Though I have better hair. Sorry, Anne.)
The day after he left, I had tea with Tuskany. While Pip and her daughter swapped books in the next room, Tuskany quipped that I had some free-range parent characteristics. I had to laugh, because in many ways, she’s not wrong. I didn’t check Stink’s luggage. (For all I know, he could have loaded up that suitcase with Twizzlers, pens and porn.)
I didn’t even know who is parent chaperone was until I arrived at the airport that morning, groggy and disheveled from lack of coffee and sleep. In stealing kisses from my man-child and reminding him to brush his teeth at least once on the three-day trip, I forgot to ask for the chaperone’s phone number. I reckoned to myself that if he needed to get in touch with me, he could take my advice and ask another parent to use their phone.
I’m not sure how you would handle this. I do know that Tuskany would never operate in such a manner. She is truly one of the best parents I know. She has this responsible thing down pat, and her daughter, well, she’s a genius. Even Stink thinks so. (After Disneyland a few weeks back, he turned to me and said, “Mom, Nadia is the smartest girl I ever met. And she’s only in THIRD grade. Um… I think she’s smarter than me!” To which I responded, “She is smarter than you, kid!”).
I’m certain that this wunder girl’s mother would not only be sure that her daughter had her own phone, she would not be on a plane with a bunch of rag-tag public school kids going on an excavation. (I’d tell you the places they went, but I lost the itinerary before we even got to the airport. Something with rocks and deserts and Indian caves with the name Canyon tied onto the end for the tourists.)
The thing is, though, I just knew he’d be fine. He was surrounded by teachers and parents. (Some of the parents I even had cell phone numbers for and they sent me pics!) I just didn’t worry about it. Here’s one from someone who, thank God, was kind enough to show me how much Stink was enjoying the culture on Day 1.