Where's Waldo?

She's in Texas. She's calling from the airport in Amsterdam. Then there's Chicago, Traverse City, Germany, Ireland and soon Los Angeles. Most of the time she calls after she has arrived at her intended destination. Sometimes I know where and when she is going, other times it's a surprise to me. Our Waldo is Cara. In September she will have left the building. Gone to seek her fortune and fame. She won't be 30 miles away. There's no hopping in the van to take her orange juice when she is sick. There's no more Sunday movies or going to the Olive Garden. I'm not sure how I feel about having her so far away. One side of me is really happy for her. She is doing what she's always wanted to do and has worked hard for it. Then there is the mom side that says please don't go. *Why you want to leave me?? Will I get used to it? My sister pulled a stunt like this many years ago. She didn't just leave Michigan. She left the country. I remember my dad crying when she told him. She came back to the U.S. but not Michigan. This should be interesting. Will I be flying out to California on the weekends? Will I pack up Betsy up and head west? What if I move out there and live next door to her? You know what I'll do. I'll stay here and do my mothering over the phone and computer. I'll wonder if she's safe? Is she getting enough fruits and vegetables? What about Bing? Is he happy? I'll never stop worrying about any of my kids - ever.
As my dad says, "When you have kids it's a life sentence." I guess that makes me his warden



*Why you want to leave me was used without permission from My Big Fat Greek Wedding. I don't need permission. Ever.