
My baby went on a three-day camping trip with her middle school this past week, and couldn’t bring her phone.
So we didn’t call or text at all, and she has been glued to my side for all 11 years of her life.
Josie has stayed with grandparents and friends, but usually texts me good night or calls because she’s homesick.
This girl had a great time on the campout by the beach, and I’m so glad she’s spreading her wings and flying.
But also, I missed her so intensely that it surprised me.
Maybe it’s me who needs to snip the umblical cord as much as her needing to pull away.
Last night I had a dream that a big wave came and engulfed us both, and I couldn’t find her.
I felt she was OK, but I was waiting nervously to spot her in the surf.
The dream didn’t resolve, because I was woken up by Josie climbing into my bed in the morning for her typical snuggles.
I hope the ocean tide of life taking her on her journey is always gentle, and that ever so often the sea returns her to me. 🌊💙








