I miss my daughter. 

DD, my oldest child, will be 13 next month, and is away at her first Snow Camp for the weekend.  This is the first time she’s ever been away from home that did not involve family or just spending the night at a friend’s house. 

I’m not worried about her.  She is in God’s hands; and I trust the “human hands” of her chaperones.  I just miss her. ::sigh::

When the kids and adults were getting ready to leave from our church last night, one of the adults asked my DD, “Do you want to go say goodbye to your mom?”  (We had already said goodbye once.)

My little girl replied, “No.  I’m not one of those people who needs to say goodbye 10 times.”  icon_eek.gif 

The chaperone (a friend of mine) thought it was so funny she came and told me about it.  I went to my DD and said, “You may not be one of those people who needs to say goodbye 10 times, but I am!”  We both laughed.  And then I blew her and her friend who was sitting next to her in the SUV a bunch of kisses and said goodbye a bunch more times.  We all laughed.  Maybe I embarrassed her.  I’m a mom; it’s my job.   

She will be home tomorrow afternoon.  She will be grumpy.  The girl likes her sleep.  She won’t be getting much this weekend.  So, my grumpy girl will come home and go sleep in her room for the rest of the day.  I still won’t see her.   But she will be home.

I miss my daughter.