My Girl has spent the last several weeks trying to decided what to do this summer. Actually, it's more of where to go.
You get the idea.
She's hoping to go on a mission trip, but isn't sure where. There was one that looked totally cool that was going to Ireland. However, the cost was amazingly high and there were some rules that the group had that we didn't like very much.
We're rebels I tell ya!
Most recently she contacted old friends of ours through Wycliffe Bible Translators. We've been huge fans of their work for years and years. I am pretty sure our friends, who have served as missionaries with Wycliffe, had some pretty powerful influence over our kiddos.
There's just one thing...
See, my girl is, well, my GIRL! She's pretty. She's blond. She's MY GIRL!
So, let's think this through for just a moment:
Girl, who graduates June 12 at the ripe old age of seventeen, is planning on possibly leaving the country...leaving her MOTHER...leaving everything she's ever known...and heading off into the world.
Did I mention she's my little girl?
I nearly had a heart attack on the way to work yesterday because she was considering applying for an internship in Florida that lasts for ten weeks.
That's the entire summer!
I knew this day would come. I knew she would grow up and get these wild ideas about having a life of her own. I should have made her more dependent on me. I should have made her think that she could never survive without me...
Okay, not really.
My little girl is growing up and ready to test those wings. She's smart. She's brave. She's ready to take the world by horns. She's ready.
I'm just not sure her mother is...