C attended her first overnight camp last Friday.
On Thursday night, as I packed her bag, I couldn’t help feeling a tinge of reluctance to let her go. This would be the very first time that she would be spending the night away from us.
I knew that she would be safe, as they would be sleeping together with the teachers within the school compound. But still, I was apprehensive – would she be homesick? Would she be crying for us to pick her up? I remember that I attended my first camp when I was twelve. She is only almost six! I had a sleepless night on Friday.
I needn’t have worried. As you can tell from the happy face when we picked her up from school on Saturday, she enjoyed herself thoroughly. Apparently, she had too much fun to miss us (a fact which she admitted to with much enthusiasm). If she could, I think she would have gladly stayed a few more nights.
My little girl has grown up.
When was the first time your child had an overnighter?