I'm trying not to worry.
My teenage daughter went to Ecuador a few days ago. The program did not allow her to take a phone or laptop, so I knew communication would be sketchy.
I'm really not a worrier by nature.
We didn't hear from her personally, but the program representative e-mailed all the families the next day to let us know that everyone had arrived safely. So everything was okay.
This afternoon she texted Dave, my husband, from an unknown phone. This was the message: I need the number for Gordo.
Gordo? We don't know any Gordos. There's Gordo's tacqueria down the street. Was she making a joke about wanting to get take-out? Except that she doesn't ever eat at Gordo's...
Dave texted back: "What Gordo?"
I got the number that she was calling from off of Dave's phone and texted back on my own phone, asking if this was a way to get a message to my daughter.
But Dave got a message that asked to verify that he was really who he said he was. We didn't know what to think. But Dave figured out a word that only he would know to say—skydiving. The two of them have a date to go skydiving when she turns 18, and she's been looking forward to it for over a year.
There was no response for several minutes. We were here in California waiting. There was nothing we could do but stare at our cell phones. Then Dave got a message asking for her group leader's number. He called program headquarters and talked to someone who said he would call her leader.
I am so not a worrier, but I was beginning to feel the tiniest bit nervous. Okay, maybe a medium amount nervous. I decided to write, thinking this might calm me.
So I began writing. I couldn't really think of anything else, so I wrote about this. After a few minutes, my daughter sent Dave a message on Facebook saying she was safe, but she was in a bad situation, and she needed to know that she could contact someone if she needed to. No details. But she did say she was okay. But she also said she was in a bad situation, which doesn't sound okay to me. So I went on Facebook to try to make contact via instant chat. It actually showed her profile pic and she seemed to be online, but I didn't hear anything back.
So I keep writing.
I know she'll get in touch with me as soon as she can. I want her to be able to go skydiving with her dad.
Imagine what a real worrier would be feeling right now...