I love this picture from 18 years ago this month. Camille had just started walking and her hair was just long enough to get a tiny curl. Looking back, I think about how much she needed me then for every aspect of her life. Now that she has moved out I sometimes wonder how much she needs me these days. Of course you always need your mother, and I love the random texts and phone calls I get for cooking instructions and other questions, but the truth is that, no, she doesn't need me the way she used to, and I guess that's a good thing. I'm glad she's entering this new, exciting, independent phase of her life. Now I need to do the same thing. :) (As well as enjoy the fact that I still have 3 (4?) boys at home who need me a lot - although they might not like to admit it sometimes!)
September 1992
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