I Don't Know What To Say...
First, let me tell you that I have gotten SO many emails regarding the picture that is two posts down (Ryan palming the ball). She looks really bitchy in that picture, don'tcha think?
I've had a couple of days to think this through. I'm not sure how to react to my daughter but my first instinct is... to cry. Here's what happened.
On the way home from Austin last Friday, we stopped to eat at Craker Barre! and while we were in the little shopping area waiting to be seated. We were laughing and cutting up when Ryan threw her arms around me and said, "Mom, you're my best friend!" I was floored! See, I was always of the school of thought that it is NOT my job to be my childrens' friend. It is my job to raise them in such a manner that we would be friends in their adulthood. I was really troubled somewhat until it dawned on me that she is only months away from her 18th birthday! I can't believe my BABY is al(lmost) grown up. When did that happen?
I'm reaaaaaaaaaaaaaally uncomfortable with her going to Virginia by herself (with the team) this weekend. Craig is taking her to the airport at the ass-crack of dawn tomorrow morning. I refuse to... because I'll cry. Yeah, yeah... I know she'll be home Sunday, but still!