At 6:45 this morning, I called my mother for advice.  Luxury.  What a luxury.

I was waffling over whether or not to send Thor to daycamp, to go on a field trip to a water park on a heat advisory day.  Since this is my first rodeo, I called on my mother.  While I may have thought she was extremely overprotective in my youth, I am alive today, with no major scars, no diseases, and all my limbs, so she must know a thing or two about child rearing.

“It’s supposed to be 112 today, and Thor has his field trip to the water park.  If it were me, would you have let me gone?”

“No,” she said, without hesitation.

“Okay, because I was worried about him being out in the heat.”

“I wouldn’t have sent you.  Too hot.”

“Good enough.”

“Want me to come get him?”

“Please?”

45 minutes later, she was there.  Luxury.

I’m a daughter, and all daughters and mothers have their moments, but I want you to know that I am well aware of my fortune in having a mother who is there.  Who shows up.  Whose support I can count on.  Whom I can trust.  Whose main concern in life is that her child is safe, happy, and sound. 

It is a luxury, and I am grateful.