I'm a mom now. It is my job to worry. I have this funny feeling the worrying may never end. I may never truly sleep again. It takes me back to a time I broke the rules and defied my curfew to find my dad sitting in the recliner as I tiptoed in the front door.
I offered up an apology, "I'm sorry, Dad. It was out of my control."
He didn't say anything because he didn't have to. I knew I disappointed him. He calmly got out of his recliner and slowly walked back down to his bedroom. The next day I approached him again.
"I'm sorry about last night, Dad," I said. As I began to piece together an excuse he interrupted me.
"I'm disappointed in you," he said. "I trusted you."
And that was all he had to say because I was never late again. Now as I look back on that experience my self frustration is multiplied tenfold. My Dad probably has no recollection of the incident but I know what it feels like to be a parent helplessly packed with so much responsibility for this life you must protect.
I know what it means to sit in the recliner now.
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