Frick is leaving for Europe for 4 weeks today.
My baby girl is all growed up, sort of. 15 years old and touring 5 countries this summer. For her, life is good.
Me? I'm kind of a basket case.
No, really I'm fine, but she's my baby, you see, and I'm gonna miss her terribly.
We are driving to JFK in New York today to send them off. Frick and her best friend will be together and I'm really happy for them. This is going to be such a great summer experience and we were all looking forward to this day.
But really, I'm fine....Now that the day is here.
It's not about me.
It's about her seeing the beauty of Europe, experiencing Picadilly Square and the Eiffel Tower and riding the Gondola's in Venice.
It's about checking out the cute European boys and experiencing European culture.
It's about making memories with her best friend and some new friends and about being a teen.
It's not like I'm wishing I could be there with her making those memories right along side her....keeping my eye on her 24-7. That's not what this trip is about. That's another trip for another day. This trip is about Frick becoming a young adult and making her own decisions. Keeping track of her own money, (there's an ap for that) and taking care of herself. Frick's the smart one, I know she'll be great.
Me?
No really, I'm fine.
I'll be a phone call away.
Or an email away.
Or a Facebook message away.
Or a plane ride away.
I'm fine, really.
Don't be ridiculous, I'll be good.
I'll just sit back and watch as my baby girl gets all growed up......
