“Do you think she’s okay, Mom?” Eloise asked on Sunday evening. The two of us were snuggled up close(well as close as you can be when it’s hot and humid and you don’t have central air), each reading our own books with our cat Truffle sprawled out over both of us. “She’s never been to overnight camp alone before. We’ve always gone together.”
“I’m sure she’s fine.” I said, while still thinking about my Esther-Boo and how she was a mix of smiles and excitement and a few tears and looks of uncertainty as she boarded the bus to camp that morning. Alone.
Alone in the sense that she went to camp this week without friends and family. But surrounding by love, oh I know this, with the other 100 or so girls she will meet and outstanding counselors to guide her through this week.
And even though this is her third year heading off to overnight camp – it feels different this week, as she chose to head off without a friend or sister with her. At nine – she’s my sweet, brave, kind, and silly girl – who can make friends with anyone. I’m sure she’s fine. I know she’s fine. But for the past two years I’ve felt and quiet confidence of things being okay because she had her sister. They had each other. So it was okay not having contact with her for the week – nope, no phone calls allowed. But this time I wish I could just hear her voice once.
And typically I’m not one so full of mother-worry.
So each evening Eloise and I gather around my laptop – watching the camp website for pictures. They post about 60 pictures at about 9:30pm of the days’ activities. We search them all to see her face. Is she smiling? Is she having fun? Is she with someone? Does she look happy? Yet of the 200 plus photos that have been posted this week, she’s only been in three – and in those she’s been off to the side a bit and too far away to catch an emotion on her face.
Last night – “I’m sure she’s having a great time, mom.” Eloise said after we viewed all of the pictures and Esther wasn’t in one of them. “I know her – when doesn’t Esther have a good time?”
“I know. I just miss seeing that smiling face. I want to kiss her cheeks.” I said as I looked directly at Eloise and honestly she looked a little bit uncertain herself. “You miss her don’t you?” I cracked a smile when I posed that question to Eloise.
“Miss her? Nah, It’s actually been kind of nice to have you all to my self in the evenings.” Eloise laughed. But then she went back to the photo album online searching for that sweet face that remains on our minds this week.
Have your kids ever headed to sleep-away camp? This is my kids’ third summer doing it and I have to say that they both love going. The skills and independence they earn, and the lifelong friends they make can’t even begin to be measured. Eloise is headed up this next week and will stay for two full weeks.
I’ve written a few posts about summer camp if you want to check them out too as you are perhaps making your own plans for camp.