I got a call immediately after I turned off the shower the other morning. Thinking it may be the hotel, I grabbed the towel without bothering to dry off and raced to my phone.
It was Mario.
Me: Umm, hello?
Me: Mario. Where are you?
Her: In my bed…
My thoughts: Really? You called me from your bed? Really?
My words: What’s going on honey?
She proceeded to tell me her throat hurts and she doesn’t feel good and can I check on her before I go to work.
Aww… she NEEDS me! I love when that happens. I mean, I don’t love when she’s sick, but at 15 she rarely needs me, so I’ll take it.
But then I got this call the next day, just after she left for a bike ride and just before Amp and I backed out of the driveway for Ohio.
Her: Mom? (She called MY phone. Why does she have to question it’s me that answers?)
Me: Yes Honey?
Her: My water bottle fell and I ran over it.
Me: Oh no! Is it broken?
Her: No. But all the water spilled out.
Me: O…k…. Do you wanna come home and get some more?….
Her: Noooo… I’ve gone a mile already.
Me: Well you were planning to ride 10 miles anyway. What’s an extra mile?
Her: Well it’s TWO extra miles and I don’t want to.
Me: Then go the rest of the way without water. I usually do.
Her: But I NEED water. I’m sick!
Me: Mario, I’m not bringing water to you. If you need water, come home and get it. Otherwise finish your ride and get some after.
It’s one thing to be needed. It’s another to be used. I felt slightly guilty. Slightly. But I gotta give her credit for trying. After all, I usually would do anything for my kids. But right then, I was bringing Amp to Ohio for a play date with his brother. And I really didn’t want to go two miles out of my way. Not to mention, I couldn’t really set a precedent to jump at every beck and call from my sweet baby girl.