Dreams Do Come True

Carter has always loved Boston. The first time we brought her here she was about seven years old. She walked the whole freedom trail taking in all the revolutionary sites and sharing fun facts about America she had learned in school. Then when we came to look at colleges it became immediately apparent that Boston was the place she wanted to be, Northeastern more specifically. The day in December she got admitted was about the happiest day in our house.
Flash forward to tonight, the night before Carter has orientation. She left camp, drove herself down the mountain to Charlotte and hour and a half away, boarded a plane and flew to Boston. I met her at Logan, so happy to see her after being without her for two weeks. After depositing her suitcase we walked the freedom trail to a Korean restaurant so she could eat some non-camp flavors.
After dinner we continued down the freedom trail and as we rounded the corner to Faneuil Hall Carter suddenly recognized the area from that first trip when she was seven and fell in love with Boston. She burst into tears as she realized this was going to be her city now.
We were having a nice mother daughter moment and a guy came up to try and sells us something or just ask us for money and I turned to him and growled, “Give us a minute, we are having a moment.” He looked at Carter’s tears and realized he might be encountering an angry mother grizzly bear and it would be best if he backed away slowly.  
Instead of being angry I was filled with happiness because it was a fairly tale moment for Carter. Not one where she got a prince, but one where she made her own dreams come true. Isn’t this everything I worked for as a mother?