call when you get there

My mother was the type who couldn't sleep until she heard the lock click, signalling my return home (most likely drunk and doing my best not to stumble about and give myself away). My parents were also the type who always told me to 'call when i got there'..wherever there happened to be.

I'm not sure when they stopped needing the calls of reassurance or if they merely bite their tongues now, but I recognize that the task of relinquishing the overwhelming need to ensure the safety of one's children, and replacing that instinct with a blind trust and faith in the world that surrounds them, must be one of the most difficult things to ever have to do.