In the morning a child in her 20’s calls sobbing.
She is going to an appointment.
She has used mass transit and has walked a couple of miles.
She is in the suburbs looking for an address.
There is no taxi service
I comfort her as best as I can wanting to put my arms around her.
She calls again still upset. I ask, “How much further?”
.6 miles. I say you have come so far and you are close.
She says between sniffles, I guess I will try.
“I am crossing a busy highway.” The phone hangs up.
I try to reassure myself that she is going to be okay.
She gives me a litany of things that have gone wrong since we last talked,
nothing life threatening.
She is having a no good very bad day and she is spent.
The odds were against her, but she gave it her best.
Regardless of the age, parenting is not easy, but it is my joy.