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[quote=Anonymous][quote=Anonymous] Senior year of high school. A long-distance friend in another state, a guy, asks me to come there and be his date for prom. My mom, always up for a road trip, says sure, and we head to his town several hours away. She thinks it's cool and kind of hilarious that we're "crossing state lines for purposes of transporting a prom date." As I'm leaving our hotel room in my prom dress, to go meet him in the lobby, I turn and ask her--being a Very Good Girl as a teen, and aware that we're in a town we don't know and she might worry a bit -- "What time do you want me back here by?" She looked at me with that wry way she had and replied, "I've never set a curfew for you before this, and I'm not gonna start now. Go have a good time." That was Mama. She trusted me, knew how to appreciate little things like a prom or a simple road trip, she was funny, she was loving, she was sometimes (I now realize) depressed and sometimes salty but always, always on my side. And she never did set a curfew for me, or judge any guy I ever dated, or any friend I ever had. Her trust made me want to be worthy of her trust in me. Miss her every day. [/quote] This is so much my Mom. No curfew. She said “There’s no trouble that you can get into after midnight that you can’t get into before that.” She taught HS, and she was one of those tough teachers that was beloved by her students, especially the ones that had tough home situations. They’d tell her everything. She’d say to me, “I know you’re going to do what you want, so I just have to trust that you’ll show good judgment.” I think of things she let me do, and now, as a parent, I can’t believe it. But she was right to trust me. When I got older, we were discussing some life decision I was making, and she said “You know, you’ve made a lot of decisions I wasn’t sure about, but they’ve all turned out well, so I guess I just need to understand that you know what’s best for you.” As an adult, she was my best friend. My DH said he loved listening to us talk on the phone because we laughed so much. I miss her every day. [/quote]
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