I didn’t sleep well last night. I thought it was because we had all gone out to dinner, and the salmon and lentils are not something I usually eat. And the stupid dreams I had, of running out of time and not being prepared, woke me up in a sweaty fit.
Of course I really do know the reason for the dreams and the feeling of unease. I’m sending my girl across the ocean to Paris and Belgium tomorrow. It’s a school trip; it’s with a tour group, it’s only for a week and a half, it’s fine. We have planned and prepared to make sure everything will go as smoothly as it can…the motion sickness pills for the airplane, something for upset stomach and headache, bandaids, extra copies of her itinerary…the phone number of her uncle who will be only two or so hours away by car. (Yes, I even have back up in the form of my youngest brother, who lives in Germany!)
The nerves are normal, mostly because I know you can never be perfectly prepared for any eventuality, (like the time we were in Quebec in a drenching rainstorm!) but she has promised not to get run over by a bus…and whatever else happens, I’m sure she can handle it.
It will be great (amazing, even!) and I just can’t tell you that I won’t worry the whole time, but really, it will be Paris and Belgium. How awesome is that?