Don't Cry, Don't Cry, Don't Cry...

Don't Cry, Don't Cry, Don't Cry. I keep telling myself that as I help my 3 little ones pack to leave me for a week. I'm not sure why this is so hard for me. I've known they were going for a while now. They are more than capable of doing this and having fun while they are gone but, but, but, but they are supposed to miss me and I just don't know if that will happen. You see Saturday morning I will put my 3 babies on a big ole airplane and let them trapse off across the countryside for the next week. Actually, 2 are going to Especially For Youth and the youngest is going to stay with a friend.But they are all flying to the same destination. I just don't think they should go, at least they should not want to leave me so easily. They seem so excited, they just can't seem to go fast enough. What if they need me while they are there, they'll be thousands, yes THOUSANDS, of miles away. I don't know maybe they should stay home. That won't happen because then my babies would morph back into 3 teenagers who would hate me forever. I just want them to be safe, have a great time, make some incredible memories and maybe, just maybe, miss mommy a little. OK so they haven't called me mommy in many years. But, it seems like they were all born yesterday. I know, I know, I am babbling so how's this. Girls I hope you have the best time. But, please, miss mom just a little while your gone.