Brain Barf

May contain traces of nuts.

Friday, July 14, 2006

OCD and apron strings

I've cleaned the entire house, including baseboards, under beds, multiple grout areas (maybe even with a tooth brush, but I plead the fifth) and you could drink out of my toilets.
I've mowed, wacked and weeded everything that I pay taxes on. Twice.
I bought BIG heavy bushes and planted them in an area of my back yard that no one, not even me, ever sees.
She is still at her summer camp? And SeaTac security won't let me obsess in the waiting areas until Saturday?
OK really. It's a big deal. She is only eleven. She has access to a phone, and didn't even call me on my Birthday (I'm STILL younger than Miranda, I love how that works out every year).
But truly, deep down and seriously, I am SO beyond proud and awed at her strength and independence, especially since she is so shy.
It is a service ranch/camp. They perform four hours of "service" each morning before the regular camp activities.
I hear, through my sister about things going on at the camp.
She has moved pipe, graveled an entire parking lot, and has had tasks in the ranch garden.
The girl kayaked. The girl hiked a mountain and camped there overnight. She made pottery. She had to make a speech for fellow camp members about herself.
I am so excited to meet this new person, and hear about all of her experiences, as soon as the *&^%&$# SeaTac security will let me.

Saturday, July 08, 2006

Brave. It's not genetic.

My 11 year old daughter, a.k.a my sweet buttered biscuit (whom I don't seem to talk about enough in this blog, because she is just too damn near perfect) flew out from SeaTac on Tuesday to Utah.
By. Her. Self.
Rewind to last year when my,(13 years old at the time), oldest daughter flew By. Her. Self. To Utah.
There were nerves, anxiety and open tears on both of our parts.
It was extra hard for me because she was so nervous.
Fast forward to last Tuesday, where there were very little nerves, minuscule amounts of anxiety, and only a few carefully camouflaged Mom tears.
It was (not easy in any form) easier for me because she was so mellow about the whole ordeal.
She just kissed me and got on the plane?
She is going to a summer camp in southern Utah for 10 days.
Nine days longer than we have ever been apart.
(Go easy on me, my sisters best friend is running the camp)
The girl is smooooooooth.
The girl gets annoyed when I call her cell phone, (I try to limit it to 943 times a minute) because, like, Mom, like, I'm totally too busy having my personal camping experience.
I am in awe of this person.
I am completely amazed at the her spark and ease in the way in which she takes on the world.
She didn't get it from me, because I haven't pooped since she left.
I gotta go make a phone call...