The end of the school year is almost here and that signals the start of a
fun-filled summer. For many kids, that means camp of some kind – be it day camp
or sleepover camp.
My oldest child has gone to day camp for a few weeks during each of the past
two summers and will continue that tradition this year. She loves the feeling
of independence, making new friends and learning new things. It’s a fun
experience for a social, outgoing kid like her. And, I know that in the
next couple of years, she will want to go to sleepover camp – something I, too,
loved as a kid.
The only thing?
I’m scared stiff.
It’s true. I am already having a hard time reconciling myself to the fact
that she will, someday soon, be out of my care for an extended period of time –
and not just at Grandma and Grandpa’s house or visiting her cousins. I
really shouldn’t be freaking out yet about all of this, but I can’t help it.
Thank goodness I have a few more years to get used to the idea of my baby
surviving without me for a week at a time.
Those damn apron strings sure are thick.