Tomorrow H will go to her first day camp. She has been excited about going since we registered her waayyyyyyy back in January. However, since we returned from vacation she has been counting the days until camp begins.
Yesterday, the countdown went from days to hours when she asked, "How many more hours until camp?" It was about 36 hours when she asked. This morning she asked the same question and it was 24 hours. Being the brilliant child that she is, she found a timer and set it. All day long we've heard her announce the time remaining. And now we're 13 hours away from the start of camp.
She is in bed...excited...wondering what the first day will hold. Two of her friends are going but there's no guarantee they'll be assigned to the same group/cabin. We're not worried about her making friends. We're not worried about her having fun.
But I remember so well being the oldest...the first one in the family to do something...the unknown. My brothers knew every teacher by the time they got to the next school (jr high, sr high, college) and they knew what to expect where ever they went. They had it easy, if you ask me! Being the oldest is hard.
And so tomorrow the other kids and I will take H to camp. When it's their turn to go, they'll know all about it. There will be little "unknown" to them. But I think maybe that takes some of the fun, the adventure out of experiencing something for the first time.
So H is off to camp...and Mom and Dad will spend our day wondering what she's doing all day. It's going to be a long day! :)
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