When we dropped the girls at camp, I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't call them. I really wanted them to have fun without me hovering from afar. We communicated via text every night. They told a few stories. We said good night. It was a quick hit communication so we knew they were ok and having fun.
Tonight I texted and said, "Please call me when you can. I need to hear your voice." I made it five days before my withdrawal got the best of me.
The blond twin called pretty quickly. She said, "Oh Mommy, you are so cute." She told stories about her day. We talked for just a few minutes. It was just enough.
The brunette twin called when she arrived back at camp. They spent the day in Nashville, ending the evening with dinner and a concert.
It was so good to hear their voices. Even when they are away being independent teens, they still need to comfort their Momma. After all, they might be a few days away from high school, but they are still my babies.