Summer Camp Day Three
I’m waiting for Jane to wake up, in fact I may wake her shortly, and we need to pack her for Outward Bound.
She leaves tomorrow and I think I might just roll over and die. It’s like someone is sitting on my chest as I click to do the web check in for her flight. Her flight. Alone, without us. Without even her brother.
I’m much more worried about her flight than I am about the canoeing or the rock climbing. Maybe I’m worried about the wrong things, and that worries me.
I went to sleep last night without tucking in my son and didn’t sleep soundly, tomorrow night we’ll go to sleep without talking to either child or tucking them in.
If summer camp convinces them that they no longer need tucking in someone’s going to get hurt and it’s not going to be me.