My phone rang this morning at 7:00. That’s not early for me—I am up by 5:30 most mornings—but it is early for the phone. Always seems to shake me up a bit when it rings that early. This morning? No big deal. Actually, the call was good for a smile.
It was Brent. (That always gets a smile!) He said, “Hey Momma! I wanted to let you know that I”m going hiking in the woods today and tomorrow. If I get eaten by a bear, know that I love you.” Classic Brent!
I laughed. Not exactly what I expected, but then again, phone calls from my college kids rarely are. That’s a good thing. They’re making their own lives, and they are not settling into boring predictable ways yet. But hiking in the woods? Bears? And telling me at 7AM? (Yes, I’d been up for a long time and was through the shower, but that doesn’t mean my brain was fully engaged yet!) After assuring me he wasn’t going alone, he agreed to text me tomorrow afternoon to let me know he’d made it back to civilization safely.
Hey. If you’re gonna tell momma that you’re hiking with the bears, you gotta accept the fact that she wants to know you’re back safely.