“Two weeks is nothing. You always say that when you go on work trips,” she challenged me.
“That’s different.”
“Well, I’ll be back in no time, just like you.” My daughter rolled her eyes at me with love. “Mom. It’s a camp. Everyone’s going.”
I set down a folded shirt. “Everyone, including Brenda?”
“Obviously. And Maya. I saved her a seat on the bus so she wouldn’t feel left out again. You know how she gets.”
“That’s different.”
I nodded because I did know.
For two months, Kathleen had been the one pulling a girl named Maya into group photos, lunch tables, and birthday plans. My daughter has a good heart. That was the part I never worried about.
“Brenda’s been kind of weird lately, though,” Kathleen added, almost to herself. She was flipping her pencil between her fingers. “About who sits where. But, whatever.”
That was the part I never worried about.
“Is that something I should be concerned about?”
“No, Mom, it’s nothing. Just girl stuff.”
I let it go. I told myself girls her age were their own weather system, and you couldn’t forecast every cloud.
The camp counselors were vetted. Her best friends were going. Kathleen was responsible.
I just couldn’t wait to hear all the stories she’d bring home.
“Is that something I should be concerned about?”
“You promise you’ll text me?” I asked.
“Every day.”
“Every other day is fine.”
“Mom,” Kathleen hopped off the counter and came to stand next to me, close enough that I could smell her strawberry shampoo. “I’ll be okay.”
“I know you will.”
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