Recently, I was lucky enough to speak to my daughter on the phone at camp. It was a quick call, not really enough. She mentioned, however, that she would love it if we sent her a care package.
I don’t usually do much shopping, and rarely go to the store, but it was my little girl! And you know about that father daughter relationship. So, naturally, I went the next day.
Still My Little Girl
I bought tons of candy, Crystal Light, chips, and snacks. I also made sure to get her favorite magazines. I bought so much that finding a box big enough was a bit of a challenge.
It was a busy weekend, and I had tons to do. But I managed to spend another half hour wrapping and addressing the box. I was also able to find time to stop at the UPS store in the morning. ($18 just to mail it! Don’t tell my wife.) But, of course, it was my little girl, so it was all worth it.
Somehow, my daughter’s requests seem to go to the top of the list. It seems to be true for all of my kids. (My wife would suggest it happens with everyone except her—but I lovingly and respectfully disagree.)
I’m thrilled to watch her grow up. I probably enjoy all of her positive experiences as much as she does. It’s tough for me to to restrain myself when things are tough. I know she has to learn to take care of things herself, but it’s hard to hold back when I want to intervene.
Tomorrow she comes home from camp. I’m thrilled that she had such a good time, but I missed her. And I was more than happy to send her a care package to let her know I was thinking of her.
Actually, she’s almost 21 and was on staff. She looks like an adult, but she’s still my little girl.
