This morning I asked Joey to do something I never thought I'd ask him to do.
I asked him to buy Ashton a cell phone.
Something happened to me when I saw Ashton get on the school bus yesterday. It was like I saw her grow up right before my eyes. And I worried about her my entire drive to work.
I mean, I saw her get on the bus. I waved to her. I waved to the bus driver. But what if something happened? What if she never made it to school? What would she do?
I know, some of it is completely irrational, but c'mon, this is who I left at the bus stop - my 3 year old baby girl.
But this is who was at the bus stop - my 8, almost 9 year old, growing-up-way-too-fast little girl.
How did this happen? Where does the time go?
So, to calm my nerves and to keep my dear hubby from having to check me in to some sort of mental institution, I'm giving in. I'm buying my 8 year old daughter a cell phone.
So help me God if she doesn't abide by the extremely strict rules that will be placed on the use of that cell phone, but yes, I'm buying it. Because if the bus doesn't show up, or should she need me for any reason whatsoever, I need to be only one phone call away.
I love you baby. Please slow down.