Showing posts with label GPS. Show all posts
Showing posts with label GPS. Show all posts

Friday, September 14, 2012

Where Is My Daughter?



I really want to read other blogs and leave comments right now but have the need to fulfill my blog every day commitment.  So, what do you want to read about?

Would you like to know how frustrating it is to have your first born off and running around town while you worry about her getting into cars, homes without parents. . . situations in which you may have not yet given her the tools to navigate?

The GPS tracker on her phone picked her up three blocks out of our little “city” which put her IN the city and I freaked out.  

The only thing I worry about in our 2.5 square mile municipality within the capital city is the lack of parental guidance given to some of her peers.  It’s pretty safe.  But when you get to the edge of town and step across the street, it becomes about so much more than if a parent is present in the home.

After I saw her location, I texted her twice. 

No texts back.

I called.

No answer.

I immediately thought someone swooped her off the street, had her in a vehicle, and was speeding her towards a place of doom.

I texted her dad who had her in his care for the weekend and before he could respond, she called.

I heard screaming teens and an echoing voice coming over loud speakers and knew.  The GPS was not exactly accurate.  She was at the football game, exactly where she was supposed to be.

I contemplated going there, but I didn’t.

I knew it was normal for her to go to a football game without me sitting somewhere in the stands keeping watch.

I knew I could trust her dad when she’s in his care.

I knew I should trust her.

My heart, though, knew nothing but the ache of watching a girl growing into a woman.  It knew of all the things that could go wrong and little of what could go right.



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