if you are at camp and you miss home, you can call that homesick. so if your child is at camp and you miss her, can that be called campsick?
i remember dropping naomi off at her first dance class when she was four. it was upstairs in the rec center…a long brick hallway and a door that closed with no window in it. i wanted to stay listening outside the door, but baby micah wouldn’t be quiet enough for that. i chose to walk away and come back in 25 minutes.
we dropped naomi off at camp yesterday. i chose to walk away and come back in 6 days.
if i thought enough about it, i could determine each of the times she has slept away from home…there haven’t been many and i miss her. how grateful i am that she can have pieces of home with her in dear lydia kate, in the familiar prairie landscape, in the faces of family friends, in the carefully packed suitcase, in the dirty pillowcase she wanted because it smelled like home.
in the way it is supposed to hurt, it hurts.
this is not about worry…this is about the grief of letting more of that sweet girl go.
jen, thank you for these happy camp pictures.