#1. I worry about EVERYTHING. I worry about kids teeth brushing and flossing, I worry about being on time, I worry about clean rooms, I worry that everyone's needs are met, I worry about forgetting something important. I am a self declared (and family appointed) bag of stress :-) with regard to the LITTLE things. The funny thing though is that I don't worry so much about the BIG things - Secretly, I think my brain shuts down knowing that with as much worry that I have about the little things, there is no way my heart could take the worry of the big things too :-). With certain big things, I am very laid back.
#2. Bailey has always been one to not want any attention (in the negative sense) brought to her. She shuts down, she gets mad, and up until about a year ago takes it very personally. My how she has grown!!!!
O.K., now I am ready for my story :-). For Bailey's 15th birthday, she received a trip to London to stay with my (our) friend. She had a direct flight into London, and I really had no worries about her flying alone. She has flown a ton and knows how everything works. She knew she would have to fill out the customs form and knew how to go through customs (to go through the non EU line), what to say etc. She had flown once alone before in the U.S. (there though, we were required to pay the extra fee for her to be accompanied by an airline employee because she had to change planes). At 15, here, you don't have to pay the extra fee to fly internationally. We had already printed her ticket, and she only had carry on luggage, so when we got to the airport, we said our goodbyes and she walked through the automatic doors to go through security. No one was there to ask if it was OK if I went with her, and the automatic doors wouldn't have let me out if I had gone any further. No big deal. So I waved goodbye, telling her to please text me as soon as she makes it through security (I would wait in the parking lot until I got her text). Mia and I then walked to the car, we waited about 10 minutes and the phone rang (I could see that it was Bailey calling). I answered the phone, and on the other end is a Man speaking in German, explaining that he is a German Polizei (policeman)!!! As my heart is panicking, he explains that he just wanted to make sure that we were aware that my daughter was leaving the country and that she had permission to do so. I quickly said, "oh yes!!! I am sitting in the parking lot, I will be right there to sort it out". He then said nicely, "oh no, that is not necessary, I just needed to check that it was O.K." Now, I am feeling like a horrible parent. I should have gone to see if I could walk with her at least until security. Up until about a couple years ago, that incident would have ruined Bailey's trip. A few minutes later, Bailey texted me with a big smile - I knew right away the old saying "what doesn't kill you (or your confidence) makes you stronger" was indeed working :-). She texted me again after taking the bus to the airplane, and I knew it would be a couple hours before I would hear from her again. Everything was good!!!
Mia and I had run to Ikea real quick, and made a really dumb mistake.... We waited until rush hour on a Friday night to head back to Bamberg. It took us 2 1/2 hours to get home (they were doing construction and had the autobahn closed down into one lane). It usually only takes 45 minutes to get home from the airport. As I was sitting in a ridiculous "Stau" (traffic jam) for 1 1/2 hours in the dark and pouring rain, my phone rings. Again, it was Bailey - but it is illegal to talk on the phone or text when you are driving here. Of course I answered (much to the dismay of Mia in the back lecturing me on the German rules :-). It was also 15 minutes before her flight was supposed to land, so my heart especially panicked. I answered the phone, and it was NOT Bailey, but a lady calling from the Customs Department at London airport - UGHH!!!!! Luckily, it was in English, but I again had to explain that yes, Bailey had my permission to fly to England. She said, please next time write a note. A NOTE!!!! That would have been a smart idea. If this was a little thing, I would have written 15 notes!!!!, but because sending your child to a huge city in a foreign country is a big deal, of course I forgot to write a note!!! I also forgot to give her an insurance card (on a side note...luckily, you don't need an insurance card in England - because everything is free :-)) After a while, Bailey texted me with a smile, and a note that she is there safe, just waiting for my friend to meet her. My friend then texted me (again, as I am driving in the dark in the pouring rain in a traffic jam), stating that she and Bailey met up and all is good!
So now as I write this, I am wondering how this is going to work on her return to come home. She doesn't have her tickets printed yet. They always give us a hard time anyway crossing customs to come back into Germany because they wonder why we have been here so long without an EU passport. Oh no...maybe I need to worry about the big things too :-)
***As a funny side note too, I am glad that the security was so consciences. We were shocked last summer to realize that Camden had flown the entire trip to the U.S. with a Swiss army knife in his carry on bag by mistake - it had been left in his bag by accident (no one even stopped him)
| There she is --all packed and ready to go. Guess what is NOT in that suitcase???? A NOTE!!!!! |
| Bailey going through the automatic doors of no return :-) |