This morning I said goodbye to my little sweetheart for five full days. For those of you counting, that’s four sleeps without her. Seeing as I’ve only got a limited number of these nights left to snuggle and tuck her into bed anyway, I’m feeling a bit robbed.
I’ve known this day was coming since we first visited her school back in May. I squirmed uncomfortably when the headmaster mentioned a “week-long residential trip” and then went into full on panic mode at “parents are not allowed to chaperone”. In my head I’d already determined we’d be looking elsewhere, but then we came to find out that practically every other international school requires these extended class trips, too. There was no getting around it. She’d be taking her first trip apart from us no matter which school she attended.
I get that they’ll be staying in a Hogwarts-style castle, filling their days with hiking and games and adventure courses, all the while supervised by highly qualified teachers. And perhaps eleven isn’t too young to take a five day trip with your class and not your parents, but I don’t have to like it. I have my reasons for being overprotective, and I have a right to them, regardless of how illogical they are.
So what does a parent with a slight propensity to worry and imagine unlikely disaster scenarios do to distract herself for a week? Well, she takes her own trip, of course.
You see what I did there? Tomorrow I’m taking a vacation that puts me two hours closer to Lexie. So what? I wanted to go to Bath anyway, and if it puts us that much closer to Lexie, then that’s just a bonus. Overprotective parents – be ye not ashamed! (I’m pretty sure it says that somewhere in the Bible.)
You want to know Lexie’s opinion on all of this? While I spent the last week trying to distract myself from the inevitable by focusing on buying everything she needed for her trip and then packing her all up, she chattered non-stop about rooming with her best friend and being able to stay up way past her bedtime every night. Does this look like the face of a girl who’s going to get homesick?
Yeah, I didn’t think so either. (Nostalgic moment: She’s using the luggage my grandmother bought for me a hundred years ago when I was Lexie’s age. That thing has been around the block!)
I know Lexie will be fine, and we’ll all have a great time this week, but that knowledge didn’t keep me from wandering into Lexie’s room around midnight last night and crawling into bed with her for an hour. I had to make up for all the nights we’ll miss, right? If I can make it through this week, I’ll have a whole year to prepare myself before we have to do it again. I’m going to need it. (Unless by that time the hormonal teenage years have hit and then we’ll probably gratefully accept a week away from each other!)
Anybody else feel like an appendage is missing when your kids are away?