Tomorrow, I am putting my little one on a bus to go away for the weekend. She’s never been away from home more then overnight. I can feel my heartbreak. When did she get old enough for this? I tiptoed upstairs to take a few photos of her packing, noticing the little brown moose she loves so much, is going into the pink bag. The big girl bag, holding what’s left of the little girl who turned 12 WAY to fast. Moosey. Thank God she’s taking Moosey.
I have a tween and soon a newborn. It’s really quite crazy.
I let her go under some duress. I’d said no, over and over. Her brother is due this weekend, I’m not sure I can “protect” her from so far away, she’s only 12.. the list of excuses went on and on. Originally she was going to do a mission in June but due to some change of heart and circumstance, she’s not and so, I couldn’t hold back on this trip. I’m letting her go, even if she looks about 3 to me still. She’ll be ok. Surrounded by people who love her, care about us and are good, nice people. She’ll have a teen turned adult we love so much watching her (love you Nikki). Her friends are going… and I have to learn to let go a little.
Sissy, I hope you have fun. I’m gonna miss you so much! Even if it’s only TWO nights! I’m counting the hours already till when I can pick you up…. hope you don’t look any older by then.
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