What a morning. Jackson is heading to Washington State for a backpacking trip. Last night the blame game. ” I don’t want to go . This isn’t my personality.” I left his room with a ” you either go to camp or you come to Europe with me and take cooking classes.” This morning another reminder that I wanted to enroll him in a college forensics class but he chose the backpacking. Just went downhill from there.. His flight was delayed. I felt guilty all night. When does the parent thing get easier?
I am on my first flight. Headed to Madrid. Super excited!