I have to tell you that I was a very wise mom. I told her that she would be very glad that she'd done this thing. I told her that looking ahead at a big adventure is far more nerve wracking than actually having the big adventure. I soothed her. "It will be okay," I said. We talked during the meal, and then, all too soon it was done. All too soon, the very practical mother was kissing her youngest daughter one last time. I said encouraging things yet again, and then Tim and I turned and walked back to our car in the dark.
She will have no cell phone after she boards Korean Airlines today. I am not sure when she will be in contact next (via skype). In between these two contacts there will be a journey half way across the world. Alone. Did I mention that she's my baby? Without warning, I burst into loud bawling, that sort of bawling that is embarrassing to both the cryer and anyone within earshot. Tim made comforting noises and led me to the car. Taylor and Cara drove by, waving and grinning like chimpanzees. (It had hurt her feelings that I'd been so brave...she expected tears, and was happy to see them...)
This is a picture of where she's going. It looks like a place where a young girl could adventure safely, doesn't it?
*Waits expectantly for encouraging words*