We spent a lot of time today on the phone with one son, who had gone to the cabin for getaway. Unfortunately, the shower pipe broke and they had to come back today. Nobody would, of course, answer the phone over the holiday, and it needed a plumber's skills. We reassured him as much as we could, and I could tell he was nervous about closing up again, as something had burst in the severe cold. We haven't had a really cold winter up there in years, and the cabin is old and delapidated. Also, the shower is new, but hinky. The guy who did it somehow messed up. Hopefully it will get fixed soon. But our son is not used to winter the way we experienced it in Colorado: broken pipes, flooding, power lines down, pipes frozen, roofs torn off. When you mix a lot of snow and ice, fallen trees and storms, you get: grief.
We tried to be reassuring, but short of going up ourselves, which wouldn't do any good since we aren't plumbers, we couldn't make the cabin okay right now. So the long drive back is being taken and they will have to find another activity for the rest of the weekend. Hiking or skiing in the snow is not going to happen. Our very adult, responsible and mature kids still like to touch base with us. We ground them, and it's touching to me when they reach out for it. It makes me feel needed and respected. I hope it makes them reassured.
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