A couple days ago, my parents came to spend a night at our house before taking M to New York City with them for a few days during school vacation. (Hooray for having active grandparents who like to travel!) My mother suggested that she and I go into M’s room to pack whatever he would need for this trip. I replied that I thought she and M could handle it, let her know that all of the clothes in his room were clean and did fit him, and then off they went.
Later E commented how good it was to see me “letting go” a bit, expecting M to help with the packing rather than doing it for him. We’ve had discussions before along these lines; there are definitely ways in which I baby him more than she thinks is reasonable for a preteen. But this time, I explained that it was not so much about letting go, as about not wanting to get caught up in a disagreement with my mom about her idea of suitable clothing for travel. (For example, she doesn’t approve of women wearing shorts while sight-seeing, regardless of how hot the weather is. Which is probably not relevant to packing for a preteen boy in the dead of winter, but you get the idea.)
I have no idea what they actually packed. I did discover, after they left, that neither of them thought to pack M’s deodorant. Oh well, not my problem; I am not the one who has to smell him for the next 3 days. Sorry, NYC.