Over the weekend, Bridget left for a 6-day school trip to Barcelona. It’s a seriously amazing trip and an incredible opportunity for her.
But… (there’s always a but…)
All last week before the trip, I would think about her leaving and feel a surge of panic and hysteria. I could physically feel the fear rise up in my throat and choke me. She was so excited and kept talking about the cooking classes they’d be taking and the tour of the chocolate museum and the FC Barcelona stadium. And I would nod and agree and remind her to get recipes for the things she makes in cooking class. And inside I would be shrieking that she is not old enough to get on a plane and fly to another country without me.
I think I managed to hide it. But it took some serious effort on my part.
I love that she’s growing up into an adventurer. I am so grateful for the unbelievable opportunities she has to travel and see new places and try new things. I genuinely want her to go out into the world without fear and without needing me or Matt to lean on, to cling to.
But man, it’s really hard for me not to cling to her.