Tonight, Brittany had an event at the high school for band. It was one of the events that was sprung on me yesterday and Britt told me that parents were not able to attend, so I dropped her off and planned to be back around 8 to pick her up at the completion of the event.
When I arrived, the band was still playing. I went inside to find my daughter and was able to catch the last few minutes of their performance. She finished up, and we headed out to the car.
As we walked out of the school, Britt came up on a friend of hers that was waiting outside for a ride. We stopped to chat with the girl, Rachel, for a few minutes. My daughter has a small circle of friends. Rachel and my daughter became friends quickly last year despite the girl being painfully shy. As they became better friends, we learned that she has had a painful childhood and had been taken from her mother due to her mother’s drug abuse. Her grandparents eventually became her guardians. She lives with countless other relatives including her father that does not have custody due to his alcoholism; her grandmother cares for Rachel’s cousins and special needs uncle. The grandparents do not have much, but the grandmother obviously loves her family and tries.
It was dark when we left; it was cold and it had been raining on and off all day. Rachel had no jacket and no cell phone. I offered to call her grandmother, but she did not remember the number. Luckily, she had texted Britt earlier in the day, so she had the number of a relative that lives with them. She called and was told that her grandmother was on her way.
Rachel said we could leave, but I hated to just leave the kid standing outside. It is not a bad neighborhood, but still, it is cold, and dark. I would not want my child alone out there.
We continued to wait and as more time passed, I really started to wonder where the grandmother was. I asked her to call the house again and see if someone there could give her the cell phone number for the grandmother. Once we had the number, I called to offer to take the girl home.
I do not know where the grandmother was, but she was not on her way to pick up the child. Apparently, she had asked another family member to do so. No one knew where he was. I went ahead and drove her home.
This is the second band performance I have gone to where this girl has needed a ride. The last performance was across town and she was going to walk to the site. She was almost at the event when my daughter told me what was going on. She did have a ride home from the event.
When we got home, I was talking to Britt about the girl. Britt was sharing how, while the people are very nice, they do not take good care of the girl. I shared that I felt really pushy staying as long as I did when the girl kept telling me that we could leave and how I started to worry that I was embarrassing my daughter. It was not my intent to make the girl feel awkward, but I just couldn’t leave not knowing where her ride was. I think my daughter understood; her response to my actions tonight was, “Yeah, you are like that over protective parent that she doesn’t want.”
My teen might not have meant that as a compliment, but that is how I am taking it. What she calls over protective, to me, is simply doing what a parent should and making sure that my kid is safe and well cared for. Tonight, I am glad did what I felt was right. Now, her friend is at home and I know she is safe. I know she is warm and dry; I can sleep a little better knowing that.