Tomorrow Molly leaves for overnight camp for the very first time. Maybe it's covid related, perhaps it's just being a mom, but I know for a fact that I'm WAY more nervous than she is. As we've worked towards getting her packed up, checking off the list of items she needs to bring, and labelling everything with her name, she's been randomly announcing to me "I'm so excited mom!"
When the idea of overnight camp was broached, we decided that Molly would attend with her cousin who is also one of her BFFs and we were even able to place them inside the same cabin. We asked Jack if he also wanted to attend overnight camp this year and his answer was a decided "NOT FOR ME!" So, this is going to be Molly's adventure and not her brothers.
Molly tackles every single new thing she faces as an adventure and I hope she keeps that quality for the rest of her life. This is something I wish had rubbed off a little more on the rest of us.
We promised Molly each day we'd write to her (and they'll print off our email and hand it over to her each day), but she will be unable to email back. She's keeping a journal so she doesn't forget to tell us anything!
Is there a name for the feeling you get as a parent when your kid goes away for the first time and you miss them like crazy? Sota like being homesick, but you're at home and just missing your kid, asking for a friend.
Tomorrow when we drop Molly off, I'm going to put on my brave face (I'm not going to cry) and I'm going to cross my fingers that she has an absolute blast! We're going to focus on getting in some quality one on one time with Jack this week (I sense a horror movie marathon in our future)
Cheers to my big kids and summer time adventures!
