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21-Yr-Old by Dallas Shooting Calls Screaming “I’m Scared”—Then Mom Hears “I Have 1 Percent Battery” & Hits Her Knees

By Leslie Blanchard

They say the things we worry about aren’t usually the things that actually happen to us. They say what “gets us” are things we never see coming—the things we never even think to worry about. That’s obviously true when it comes to parenting…

My 21-year-old daughter called me last night as I was finishing up a phone call with a girlfriend. I want to tell you that I clicked right over to my daughter, but I confess that I was wrapping up a riveting conversation and decided I could call my child right back. After all, it’s my 21-year-old daughter, who is down in Dallas (about three hours from our hometown) taking some dance training classes with the Mavericks Dancers and she’s called me 10 times a day, every day this week to bubble over with joy and describe in minute detail every little aspect of her experience. I’ll call her right back in just a second. I wasn’t the least bit worried.

Except that when I called her back she didn’t answer. ‘There went my window of opportunity!’ I thought to myself, ‘I bet she called her boyfriend instead!’

I tried again. And once more. Finally she answered. “Mom, there’s been some kind of a shooting down here. There are police everywhere! They wouldn’t let me turn back the way I came a few hours ago, so I’m trying to find my way out of the area. I’ve never seen so many police cars in my life! And, mom—I’m scared. I’m really scared.”

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I could hear the sound of sirens all around her. I turned on CNN. Dear Lord. For once in her life, my little Drama Queen was potentially under-dramatizing the situation. My first thought was, ‘What is happening in our world?’ And my second thought was, ‘I need to minimize the danger she’s in, so she can keep her wits about her and not panic, while simultaneously emphasizing the gravity of the situation and how desperately Mommy needs her to get the heck out of Big D asap!”

As a veteran mother of five, I majored in girls, minored in boys and earned my Masters in Drama Management. This should be a cinch.

“Do you have the national news on Mom? Are they showing anything that’s going on down here? It seems like it’s a really big deal.”

“Yes, it’s on the news. I need you to tell me exactly where you are. Do you see any street signs?”

I was Ground Control trying to help a novice pilot land a jumbo jet. I stayed on the line. Just to keep things interesting, like 21-year-old girls tend to do, she informed me that the gas light had just come on and asked me how many miles I thought she could drive from that point. The last thing she said to me was that she had 1 percent battery life and then her phone died.

I put on my PJs, brushed my hair 100 strokes and prayed for my kid. Lest you’re impressed that I’m one of those calm, cool and collected moms, I must also add that I psycho-dialed her, all the while attempting to send brain-wave messages. “Remember I put that green car charger in the glove compartment!” “Don’t forget you have the green charger!” “Call me back!” “Green charger, green charger, green charger!”

I kept one eye on the news, as the number of deceased police officers continued to rise and one eye on my telephone. This is real. She called me back about 15 excruciating minutes later (15 minutes = roughly 15 years when converted into Worried Mother Time). We eventually “navved” her right into my mom’s driveway, on gas fumes and 1-2 percent battery life.

From her first phone call until she found her way into her Grandmother’s arms, our entire ordeal lasted about an hour and a half. Our family was spared personal tragedy and except for some mild PTSD (of mine, even more than her) there probably won’t be any long-term repercussions for us. But, tragically, that’s not the case for several families in Dallas, whose lives are forever fractured by this heartbreaking and devastating event.

It’s hard to know when to worry as a parent. I used to worry about my college aged kids’ study-abroad plans. Now it seems as though our children really aren’t safe anywhere. At home or abroad. So, as far as when and what we need to worry about?

All the time and everything seems about right.

About the Author: Everyone from Leslie’s husband of 33 years to her five children squirm in discomfort a little bit when she uses everyday family experiences as common fodder for her blog: “A Ginger Snapped.” They can routinely be heard complaining as she lets all the unsavory stuff out, in what they now refer to as, “Pandora’s iPad!”

She has been featured on BonBon Break, TentoTwenty Parenting, Mid-Life Boulevard, BlogHer, Your Teen Magazine, Scary Mommy, Faithit and NPR. She is also proud to have been featured on The Huffington Post in the United States, as well as France, Spain Japan and Germany, as she realizes it may be the only way she ever travels abroad. See for yourself at: http://agingersnapped.com

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