The Girl Child is leaving for camp tomorrow.
A week long sleep away camp.
Her first time sleeping away without a family member.
And it will be the longest I have ever gone without seeing her.
Ironically, she is the one who is doing fine. Granted, she is a little nervous. After all, she isn’t even 9 yet. But, she is excited about all of the fun things she will get to do (it’s a performing arts camp – so, she will be in her element). Just as long as she gets to bring her beloved Kitty Kat, life will be fine.
I, on the other hand, am trying to stay calm. I am going to miss my Littlest Monkey. My little doppelgänger. My little blonde bundle of unbounded energy. I am going to miss the way she will come up to interrupt me from what ever it is I am doing, and when I send her away – she says, “I just wanted a hug.” I am going to miss her high-pitched little “Yes, Mommy!” when I ask her to help me make lunch. I am going to miss how she snuggles up next to me.
Oh, sure, I am NOT going to miss her bossiness. Nor will I miss her screaming and stomping and slamming whenever I have had the NERVE to ask her to do something she doesn’t want to do.
But, I do know I will spend nearly six days – 140 hours – 8,400 minutes – 504,000 seconds – wondering what she is doing. If she is homesick. If she is ok.
I know she will be.
She’s just like that.