Too Busy To Talk..

I took Tonka to camp the other day. It was just the two of us and it was about a 25 minute ride (a special camp just for the week).

I had just came back from LA (literally arriving on the redeye that AM--that's nothing..the NFO had been doing this AND dealing with the other kids all week) so I was looking forward to reconnecting.

I started asking questions.

Nothing.

Tried again.

Nothing.

Finally, she said, "Abba...I really want to read."

And that was it. Shut out and not even a teenager yet.

I wasn't sad, per se, but made me realize how precious and fleeting "real" childhood is.