He didn't have a bed

A few years ago, I was helping my son move into his fraternity house for his sophomore year of college.

We walked into his room.

There was no bed.

Not an unmade bed.

Not a mattress sitting on the floor.

No bed.

Apparently there had been a mix-up with the delivery, and it wasn't coming for another week.

My reaction:

HE DOESN'T HAVE A BED.

His reaction:

“Yeah. My bed isn't here yet.”

😂

He figured he'd sleep on a friend's couch. Or the floor. Or wherever.

He was completely unconcerned.

Which somehow made me even more concerned.

Where is he going to sleep?

When exactly is the bed coming?

Has he called them?

What if it doesn't come next week?

And the more he acted like it was no big deal, the more I felt like...

Well, one of us needs to be concerned about this.

Because if he wasn't going to make sure it got handled, who was?

And then there was the thought I really didn't want to admit:

What kind of mom leaves her kid at college without a BED?

I knew he was 19.

I knew he could figure out where to sleep.

But seriously.

He didn't have a bed.

And I couldn't shake the feeling:

If he's not worried about this... maybe I need to be.

🧡 Jeanine

What's something your teenager seems way less concerned about than you are?