I live at a Christian camp. This weekend, moms and daughters are gathered together to bond. It is cleverly called "Moms and Daughters" weekend. Every time I drive home, I see several sets of moms and daughters having a picnic on the field or doing a bible study on a bench. Each set is scattered so that you are only bonding with your mom or daughter (God forbid you accidentally bond with someone else's!). Each morning on my way to work, I see the chapel filled with old and young women listening intently to a female speaker who is undoubtedly teaching these moms and daughters how to be moms and daughters living for the Lord.

Last night I called my mom. I didn't thank her for being such a great mom or for giving birth to me or for recently giving me gas money and groceries; I thanked her for never taking me to one of these mother/daughter bonding camps. My mom's response? "Yeah that sounds dumb." Had my mom and I ever found ourselves at a "Moms and Daughters" camp, we'd probably make fun of it, ditch the itinerary, and go on a hike. I'm not sure what I'd do without my mom. While it is an insult in our society to be told that you are just like your mother, I don't think I'd mind that comment one bit.