My Grandma once told me that she was missing one of her children and didn't know where they had gone. She came home to find a note on the counter that read, "Went to Mike's for the weekend. See you Sunday night." She was furious. No one had asked for her consent and all she got was a measly little note. She threw her desire for bad karma at her kids by saying, "I hope someday your children leave you a note saying, 'Gone to Paris for the weekend. See you Sunday night.' "
Well, I don't think it's exactly come to that yet, but I can't say that it's that far off either. It's pretty simple to pick up and go. Sure, I traveled a lot with my family growing up, but I still remember the excitement of buying my first airline ticket- by myself. I thought, "Should I call my mom and tell her? Why? I'm an adult. I'm paying for it." So I didn't. I just went to New York for a few days thus concreting my independence.
A few years ago my husband and I decided to go to the island of Grenada at the last minute. Since it was out of the country I thought maybe we should have some sort of emergency contact or something. I said to him, "Did you tell your parents we were leaving the country?" to which he responded, "Babe, we're married. We can do whatever we want!" It was funny because I didn't mean it in the way that he should be reporting to them, but it did make me think of many of the perks of being a grown up.
Who knows, maybe OUR kids will leave us notes while they're off galavanting in Paris for the weekend. As long as they pay for it themselves and have a great time, no harm done. They just better be 18 first:)
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