Last week, for no reason at all I started freaking out about my daughter being at camp. I had an image of her sitting alone crying because she missed me. Then the camp director sent me this picture.
When I am at work I think non-stop about what she is doing at camp. I worry less now but it’s odd to not know what she’s doing. She’s having conversations that I will never be a part of and doing cool things I will never get to see her do. She’s growing up which is a great thing but I’ve found it’s a bigger adjustment for me than for her.
Next month, the parents get to come to camp to observe and I am so excited!