This morning there was a text and voice mail from my Cool Friend Mel on my cell, which I'd left in the car overnight. She gives The Little One a ride home from school every day and both messages basically said, "Sorry about yesterday, my daughter was sick and I forgot to call you. Hope The Little One found a ride home okay."
I looked in the backseat. The Little One was there, ready for school, so she obviously got home somehow yesterday.
"Honey, was Little Bit (CFM's daughter) at school yesterday?"
"Well, I waited for her where her mom picks us up, and I saw some of her other friends and they said she wasn't in school."
"So how did you get home?"
"Um, I was really tired, I don't remember."
"...????"
"Well, I walked."
I am totally fine with this. She had a problem, and found a solution herself. Actually very proud of her resourcefulness.
However, I am not fine with two little hiccupy things. One, that she felt she couldn't tell me she'd walked home, and two, SHE DIDN'T CALL.
I did the whole politically correct mom thing, "I'm very proud of you for figuring out a way home by yourself, but next time, CALL FIRST."
Apparently, The Big One had already given her the CALL FIRST speech, so it's all good.
Little Bit is sick again today, so The Little One had the option of me finding a ride home for her or walking home alone again.
She chose to walk home, but will CALL when she arrives at the house.
This is a big deal for both of us, really. She's wanted to walk alone to school for a long time, but I resisted. Not because I was concerned she'd be snatched off the street by a crazed pedophile, but because I honestly didn't think she'd know the route to walk. I guess she had been paying attention all those times I walked her to school.
I probably should give her a little more credit in the brains department then.
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