Do the kids cry too?

cheers
Sat, 19 Aug 2006 02:09:04 +0000

Well, three weeks before school started, I got a call from a university–not the one I enrolled in and visited for orientation weekend with my ecstatic parents. The call meant that I got off a waitlist. After a week of deliberating, I decided to bag my dad’s alma mater for the more expensive, far-away private school. I had to enlist my dad’s mother to get him to agree. My parents agreed to pay for it, but then tried everything to stop me. They told me to find my own ride, which was sort of classic behavior for my parents. They were always throwing up obstacles they thought I couldn’t get over.

Can you imagine telling your oldest child–a daughter–to find and pay for her own ride to freshman year in college? Uh yeah…they were furious.

In a bit of Freudian revenge, I left them crying buckets, waving goodbye on the front porch at 4 am in the morning. Right before I jumped in the car, I dashed in the house for one last thing and closed the door behind me.

Whoops! It locked them out! ;)

Postscript: 4 weeks later, my mother flew in to see my new university. She discovered that she is one of those people who cannot bear to have her kittens in an environment she cannot picture in her mind.