My barely 13-year-old daughter is flying to the United States today on a school band tour.
I am totally freaking out.
I’ve regretted agreeing to the tour ever since I put down the deposit. And not just because it’s costing me an absolute bloody fortune.
Back in MY day … says Grannie Al … you were lucky to get to Jindabyne when you were 16 on a school excursion.
Now they’re taking 13-year-olds to Disneyland. Madness.
I’m worried she’s too young. I’m worried she’s too introverted. I’m worried she’ll be lonely. I’m worried she’ll get lost. I’m worried …
Oh, I’m worried about so many things.
I asked her to post some photos on Instagram while she was away, so I could see how the trip is going. She looked at me like I was an alien from Mars.
She hasn’t put any photos on her Instagram account since September.
She was quite active on Instagram until then. I asked her if she’s started a secret Instagram account and I got another alien-from-Mars look.
As for the suggestion she might send me a text message every couple of days to let me know she’s OK … you’d think I’d asked her to scrub the toilet with her toothbrush.
The teen years are gearing up to be challenging.
Her trip sounds amazing, she’s going to a few high schools over there to perform, there’s a special masterclass at Disneyland, as well as sightseeing at places like Alcatraz and Sony Pictures.
OK, I’m not just worried, I’m jealous too.
It will be just me waving her off today. She’s refusing to let her sister come along and her dad has accidentally double booked himself for something or other.
I’m willing myself not to cry, though I joked to her that I would wail and call after her as she disappeared into customs that I loved her. She thought THAT was mildly amusing because she knew I wouldn’t do it.
Meanwhile, the youngest is VERY excited about being an only child for 10 days …
Where’s the most exotic place you every went on a school excursion?
Song of the day: The Communards “Don’t leave me this way”