She's gone: her first sleepaway camp
It was really almost yesterday that she was going on her very first sleepover. Four years later, I packed her up for her first sleepaway camp. For the past two days, she - my almost-ten year-old - has been in a tizzy, making her list and checking it twice, to be sure she had everything on it. We went through and labeled everything: the tent, the tarp, the camp chairs, the flip and the flop. Everything. This morning, I had to leave for work before any one else was awake, so I missed dropping her off at their meeting place. I had to say my goodnight last night.
I just tucked her little sister into bed, and she asked me to stay and read a while. She didn't have company tonight in bed, no big sister to chatter with her while she drifted off to sleep. To be sure, we miss her. By tomorrow night, however, I might be sick with worry - wondering if she's warm enough, eating enough, having fun enough.... Even if I know in my heart of hearts that she is having the time of her life, there will be a good portion of me that will still wonder, and worry.
Before she left, I asked her to please use her best judgment, to let one of the counselors know if she ever feels unsafe or uncomfortable. Most of all, I told her to have fun. These are the things that memories are made of - cold summer nights at the coast, staying up with friends, roasting marshmallows, being parentless for the first time, more than just an overnight at a friend's house. I miss her so much, but I am so happy for her, excited for her and her first sleepaway camp. Thank goodness it's *only* two nights away. I don't think I could stomach much more.