Laying on a beachbed watching Marit fighting the waves with her board. A rich mom. Seeing your child playing in the waves is such a rich feeling. One more month and than I have to bring her to the airport. To the plane that will bring her back to Europe. She will start a new life. A student life. I, will stay behind and need to get a new focus. I am afraid about the terrible feeling I will have when she leaves. All my kids are grown up. What will be my next goal? It keeps my mind busy. Just because I dont know what will happen. How my new situation will feel.
