I had a meeting about 25 miles from here this evening in another church. I'm part of a group from our regional body that is working with them on some issues. I had tried to arrange respite for Daughter, but it didn't work out, so I took her with me. I was going to share a ride, but I decided I'd best go alone so I could leave if I needed to.
I left Daughter outside the meeting room with her DVD player, coloring books, and various other things to entertain herself. Part way into the meeting, my cell rang. It was Daughter. I went out to see what was up. She had all of these vague physical symptoms. I took her into the meeting room and had her sit at a different table. She could see me, she was in the same room with me, she was fine.
I just can't stop to think about the fact that my 22 year old Daughter can't handle being in a different room from me during a meeting. Instead, I'll think about the fact that she did some chores tonight, and she coped well enough I could be there for the entire meeting.