Last weekend Calypso came to me as I was cooking dinner, put her arms around me, and just wanted a long hug. I was more than happy to indulge her. It's not often a teenager asks for a hug. Then she started to sniffle on my shoulder and I asked what was wrong. She sobbed a little and said she really wants to do the year long internship she's been hoping for and she really wants to go to college but she really doesn't want to leave home because she's going to miss me. I felt a bit of a lump in my throat. If all things were as they should be and she were in good health I'd have no real reservations about her heading out into the world. I'd be excited for her far more than missing her. I want her to pursue her dreams out in the world but I'd be lying if I didn't confess to a significant amount of concern for her physical well-being though I don't want to convey to her a sense of her being insurmountably weak. I just listened and reassured her that wherever she went and whatever she did she'd always have a mom to come back as long as I'm living. Then I wiped up her tears and told her it's normal to feel uneasy before such a big transition, even more so given what she has been through this year.
Flash forward a few days...Calypso has been posting a different photo each day over on her Facebook page. It's a meme-ish sort of thing with each day intended to represent something else about the people doing it. This week I came home and found I'd been tagged in one of her posts with the following notation and picture:
 Share a picture of the person who has gotten you through the most:
It was close with a couple other people too, but in the end, she's my mama ♥