Alex left for her summer camp job this morning. Fourteen minutes ago, to be exact. She’s driving herself. Hopefully I will only have to hold my breath for another hour and 16 minutes. Not a long drive, but a winding road, and my baby behind the wheel.
Except that she isn’t a baby anymore. She’s 17, with a job that will provide adventure, responsibility, some fun, and a small paycheck at the end of five weeks. She’ll be home some weekends, but not all.
She’ll come back dirty, tie dyed, tan and will answer to her camp name, Tofu.
It will be good for all of us. But it will be even better when she sends the email that she is there, safe and sound. This summer adventure isn’t for sissies, that’s for sure (and yes, I am talking about the moms).