Yesterday I dropped my 13-y.o. daughter off at an overnight camp. A totally kick-ass, co-ed, arts-themed overnight camp, true, but still--an overnight camp. Her first. She wasn't ready before this summer and when I asked in January if she was interested and she was eager! Each month as it got closer I'd ask her if she was nervous. "Nope," she'd say, confident.
The last few days as we went through her list and shopped and packed, I'd ask her if she was nervous. "Nope," she'd say again. And she wasn't. As we wove our way through the registration process, it was glaringly obvious to me (again) that she is nothing like the nervous, insecure girl I was at her age. I could feel my heart racing just remembering past anxieties. I'm sure she had made friends within moments of her father and I leaving (she couldn't wait already). And you know, I always made friends too, even when I was scared to death I wouldn't.
I totally cried on the way home, though. She's never been away from me for this long before and that didn't really sink in until I was leaving and all of a sudden I already missed her!
Sigh. She's getting so old!!






