The Agony of Blown Expectations

The text came at 7 am, but I didn't see it until right before my girl and my husband were about to leave.

"Dear parents," it began, and I knew what it was going to say. The rain outside poured down so hard it sounded angry: field trip cancelled.

Just a normal Monday. Nothing to look forward to. I met her eyes. She crumpled before me.

As I listened to the frustration, disappointment and rage pour out of her, I thought how much I've wanted to do that in the past few weeks. Nothing in particular...