Note: Eliot gave me her blessings to write and share this.
This weekend was a doozy. I was away doing a 3 Day / 3 Night in L.A. with a couple to help their little one sleep better while my ex (Ron) was across the country in Illinois. It always leaves me a little uneasy when one of us is not around but I left the girls with Joe (my significant other) who has 3 kids of his own so it was all good. I have the mother thing of micro managing from afar so when Eliot (my middle daughter) checked in with me to make sure it was okay that she go to a Halloween party and spend the night with her friend, I was okay with it.
Until the call…
It was midnight and my phone rang. I looked down and saw it was Henley (my oldest). Nothing good can come from a call at midnight. I took a deep breath, “Hello.”
This is what I heard, “I’m sorry Eliot, I have to tell her!”
Again, I said, “Hello.”
And this is the fun conversation that went on from there:
“Mom!”
“Yeah.”
“I’m driving Eliot home from a party and she is wasted and throwing up all over Katee’s car.
I was feeling helpless and remembering the time when I was a teenager and drank so much that I was on the golf course throwing up and making every possible deal with God that I could. I was furious with her, empathetic, and knowing this was a defining moment for her.
Eliot was in the midst of experiencing who she is not to find out who she is. I told Henley to get her home and I would call Joe to give him the heads up. SIGH… Continue reading »