Words of a mother.......

It's 1:30 am and I wake from a dead sleep to someone pounding on my door. My heart starts racing and I instinctelvely grab for my bat that I have beside my bed.
I picture some kind of rapist or loonatic at my door. (yes, sometimes rapists knock)
For about 2 minutes I am paralyzed with fear. I can't go look out the window, I can't move. I'm sure my time has come.
I dial 911 and tell the guy someone is pounding on my door and I'm scared. I tell him I am too scared to move. He tells me to try to look out the window. So, with my 90 lb wooden bat in hand, I go to the window and look out.
I tell the 911 guy, "disregard my call, I am sorry, I know this person"
I then open the door to let my daughter in. (whom I had forgetten was in town)
She says " you told me never to get in a car with someone who has been drinking so I took the bus to your house"
I am relieved it is not someone trying to kill me.
I am even then more relieved that she made the decision she did. Somehow, tonite of all nights, the words of her mother were with her. I then realize this could have been a knock at my door for other reasons had she made a different decision.
I go back to bed thinking that maybe, just maybe this is a turning point for her somehow. That maybe my usually irresponsible child is growing up.
I drift back to sleep very grateful that she is on my couch.
jb