This week I sent in The Swimmy’s camp application for this summer. Normally that is no big deal (except, uh, for the PRICE of entertaining her tiny ass all summer).
But this application was a little different. This will be the first summer she goes to “sleep away” camp. For 10 whole days.
Don’t get me wrong, I am THRILLED for her. This is a camp I went to, OldestDaughter and ArtsyDaughter have experience with and tons of my best memories are there.
Husband, however, cried a little when he realized I wasn’t kidding. And I quote: “Just get ready. Once they leave for camp they never come back the same kid.”
And? He’s right. I know that this experience will be challenging, a little lonely, completely eye-opening and absolutely a blast like she’s never had. How could she not come back different?
Husband always says enjoy the ages of 3 to 6 – that they are the best. I think he’s right. I’ve enjoyed her so much. And I wish I could freeze her little heart and brain where it is, but I can’t. And I know this.
I hope Camp becomes a part of her life that she looks forward to every summer. I hope she makes friends from all over Texas (and beyond). I hope she discovers parts of herself she didn’t know existed. I hope at the chapel under the twilight stars that the little piece of G-d inside her that she loves so dearly twinkles a little brighter. I hope she learns all the words to the Birkat. I hope that camp is ready for the little force of nature that is The Swimmy.
And I hope that as camp gives her wings to fly, she still comes back to us roots for a hug now and again.