My Sleepaway Camp Confession
I don't know how and when it happened, but my adorable daughter, who loves to crochet, cook and most recently, deface the walls of her room with posters of the Jonas Brothers, has become a full-fledged tween. She's only nine, but in six months time, we're going to be packing up her things and shipping her off to sleepaway camp. Not because we want her to go, but because she's asked us to send her. She's ready to spread her wings and be away from home and frankly, that's a little depressing for me.
For a child who has been away from us for no more than two days at a time, I don't know how we're going to get used to it. I know that we're all going to miss her desperately, but after sitting tonight with the director of Camp Echo, we were literally blown away by all the things our daughter is going to experience this summer. A zip line, trapeze lessons, rock climbing, water sports, horseback riding, a rock band, video production, mountain bikes, and much much more. The photo album from the camp was so impressive that my husband and I admitted that we wanted to enroll in the program too. In fact, summer camp for working parents would be a welcomed diversion.
To see the look on my daughter's face as she saw what's in store for her this summer, was both exciting and bittersweet. I still remember the first time she attended day camp (she was 3) and I rode with her on the bus because I wanted to make sure she wouldn't be afraid riding 10 minutes to camp without me. And now I'm going to have to say goodbye for an entire month!
To make me even more weepy, my six year old just informed me that by the time he turns nine, he's going to Camp Echo too. So as the clock ticks away, I'm going to treasure the next few months we have together and then, when she walks up the steps of that bus and waves us off, I will try my best to hold back the tears as it hits me hard that my baby girl is growing up right before my eyes.