No 1 got back from her senior trip to Disney yesterday afternoon.
"No, not really," I replied. "Mostly I am just so excited for her to have a wonderful time. So even though I miss her, it's not nearly as much as I'm gonna miss her this fall," I said... surprising myself with a slap in the face from the cold, wet, rag of reality, then fighting back a gasp of emotion.
This was her trip. I wanted her to completely enjoy herself. I was so proud of myself that I refrained from being clingy (like I tend to be). I didn't inundate her with phone calls and texts. Nor did I insist that she touch base with me every day, although she did of her own volition.
But, y'know, it's funny how the trip had two main layers of meaning.
- For her, it was the last childhood hoorah with friends she has had since Kindergarten. The last hold on being a carefree kid.... I mean, it's Disney after all.
- For me, it was a trial run of being without her, something I thought I'd not be able to do, but at the same time, being graced with the realization that, really and truly, I am excited about what lies ahead for her.
I guess this means we're growing up, doesn't it?