Well, really just the one daughter - mine. This is Jessyca last Christmas with my grandmother. Today she left for church camp - her favorite kind of camping, in a hotel at the beach. What can I say...she is my daughter!
Last year when she left for camp I was so worried...would she make friends? Would they get to know her or steer around her because she's different? Then I went to pick her up and nearly cried when I saw all these people crowding around to hug her goodbye, and others yelling across the church parking lot that she MUST come to the youth event they have every Monday night. And, of course, she has been there every Monday night since then.
Today - a year later - I dropped her off again and I thought I would only be excited for her. She and her friends have been jumping up and down excited over camp all summer long. But no, as I drove away it was the same old sad...my baby is growing up. One day she won't even need me to write the checks that pay for camp. I don't know what I'll do! She laughs and says, "Mom, what will you do when I grow up and you have to bend down and get things off the low shelf yourself?" Very funny. Oh - if you don't know, my "little girl" is a Little Person, bona fide, true-for-real.
Oh well, last year I worried about her for a week (church camp=no electronics, no MP3 player, no cell phone) and it came out okay. This year I only have to wait until Sunday afternoon for her to return. I already can't wait to see her.
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