A started camp last week. It’s drop off optional. I assumed that she would struggle with separation and want me there for at least the first week. I was wrong. She walked in saw all the fun things they had to offer, pointed at the door, and screamed, “Mommy GOOOOOOOO.”

I left and then cried in the lobby. I told her camp counselor I would stay there in case I was needed but shockingly three hours went by and I was not needed.

I am really proud of her and REALLY I AM. It’s just when I look at her all I can see is the tiny bean that did somersaults during my 12 week sonogram. Then I crack up because tiny gymnast beans are too young for camp with out their moms. So I peak my head into the the camp snack room to check on my bean but I don’t see her. I see a person that has curly hair like my bean and she’s making friends and eating graham crackers by herself and then my hearts skips a couple of beats. How is this even possible?

But then I realize it is possible and when I stop crying about my baby not crying I am really proud of her. Good job A!

In positive news camp is awesome. I work on my writing when she is at camp and she is in the shark group. She loves this because sharks love to swim and are ferocious just like her.

Every week they have a new theme and the kids get to dress up on the last day of the week. The first week she was a lion and this week she will be an astronaut!

Shirt- National Geographic

Shoes- Vans

Pants- DVF Gap Kids

Socks- Harajuku Mini

Hair Clips- Harajuku Mini

Stay Glamorous,

Shannon Sutherland

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