Nov. 2, 2006 - The Back Seat
We took our daughter on a road trip to visit colleges a few days ago. Well, actually, that isn't completely true. We funded the trip but her boyfriend actually did the driving. It was a fun day but I learned something that I wasn't quite ready for.
We've taken a back seat in our daughter's life. Literally. Schweetie (that's what I call my daughter's boyfriend) offered to take his car (mini vans must give him the cooties or something) and we bought the gas. He drove and she sat in the front.
Hubby and I were relegated to the back seat. Schweetie drove us around Denver and to one of the best little out-of-the-way taco places. We bought lunch. He drove us to the mall and around and they sat in the front, just riding. I had to bite my tongue to keep from asking in a whiny voice, "are we there yet?" 
It was our daughter and her Schweetie that went up to the college hosts and did the talking. Hubby and I just stood back and watched. That's when it really hit me. My baby girl doesn't need me so much anymore. I've taken a back seat in her life. Hubby just hugged me when I told him my revelation. He whispered, "And that's okay. We're supposed to." She has another "man" in her life but I don't think Hubby has really let that one sink in yet.
Schweetie drove us to Olive Garden where we met his dad and his family for dinner. We bought dinner. Schweetie's dad and family are nice people.
I'm so proud of my baby girl. I guess we've done a good job raising her.
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