Yes. My 13 year old daughter is flying to DC with a group of kids and teachers from her school.
I said no when she first asked. Her dad said no. It's expensive, she's so young.....then she cried her girl tears and Dad caved. Um, don't you think it's a great opportunity for her? Fine, I cave too. Just because the idea of flying cross country at 13 would have made my 13 year old stomach heave until it was empty, doesn't mean my own daughter feels the same.
She has busted her backside, earning money. I'm so proud of her determination!
We'd given thought to her making things (sewing or something) so when the opportunity to share a table at a local bazaar came up, I said sure.
Yikes. For the last two months we've been bazaar crazy. Knitting and sewing and planning and procrastinating.
Yes. Procrastinating. Because my daughter and I share the same gene that tells us not to worry, we have plenty of time to finish something and then suddenly the end date is days away and we are scrambling to finish our projects.
Technically, only one out of four projects are done and the bazaar is a few days away. And yes, instead of working on something right now, I am blogging.
Bizarre procrastination indeed!