When the phone rings at 6:15 in the morning, you know trouble\u2019s brewing.<\/p>\n
It was my daughter Sally, locked in yet another battle with her mother. I\u2019ve been privy to many of their fights in the past few years. Though they are two states away, the marvel of modern technology transports me right into their midst. I don\u2019t need a Web cam to see what\u2019s going on. Just the audio is enough for me to set the scene.<\/p>\n
There have been times when they were each on their separate phone lines, sitting in their separate bedrooms \u2013 adjacent to each other, yet with their doors slammed shut and each on the phone with me. I would toggle back and forth between the two calls, hearing this, explaining that, but usually just listening and searching for a peaceful portal between the passion.<\/p>\n
I could tell instantly that this particular skirmish was the pivotal one. Though the issues were familiar, the fighting was at a fevered pitch and neither was leaving the other an escape from this day\u2019s chosen field of battle.<\/p>\n
I knew that if I allowed myself to be carried away by the smaller events that triggered the current conflict, I would lose sight of the larger struggle that underlies this and every other great war in the history of man: the attempt of one to control the other.<\/p>\n
My daughter\u2019s call was about whether she had the right to stay home sick from school (again). A larger context was whether she had the right to switch high schools (again). But the primary issue was that Sally was nearly 17 and Callender, her mother, wanted to protect her from making a series of decisions that, from a parent\u2019s perspective, would lead to certain failure.<\/p>\n
Any peacemaker worth his salt instinctively follows the same steps during recognizable crisis points such as this: negotiate an immediate truce, draw a demilitarized zone, send each general back to his or her respective headquarters for a short cooling-off period and then quickly begin a round of shuttle diplomacy.
\nTiming is everything. A short time after the early phone call, Callender called me. She was at her wit\u2019s end. And for the first time in I don\u2019t know how long, she signaled that she was open to advice \u2013 from me of all people.<\/p>\n
I painted a picture of our daughter during her first month in college, only two years from now. \u201cWill she still be living with you and your husband?\u201d I asked. \u201cHell, no,\u201d Callender answered. \u201cThen do you want her calling you every night from the dorm and fighting about every decision she is about to make?\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
“Then as sad and scary as this seems, your job right now is not to protect her, but to allow her to make decisions that might lead to failure, but they will be Sally\u2019s failures and from those she will learn lessons that will aid her in future decisions she must make, when you and I are not around.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was easy for me to say this. I have had to learn to let go, earlier than I wanted to. Now Callender was facing the same frightening moment. The next day she told Sally she was giving her the right \u2013 and responsibility \u2013 of deciding where to go to school. The consequences would be hers to experience.<\/p>\n
The very next day a federal judge ruled in a landmark 20-year-old busing case that Charlotte could no longer bus kids around to achieve racial diversity. The consequence of this was that it froze Sally in her school while all is sorted out. Tell me there isn\u2019t a God up there.<\/p>\n
But the fact that Callender gave Sally responsibility to make the decision changed everything. Mother and daughter report peace has returned to the land. And my phone hasn\u2019t rung in weeks.<\/p>\n\n\n