Summer camp has been a major topic of conversation in our home recently. My boys are still on the fence, but K has been asking about it since last Spring.
We have attended a mother/daughter weekend and have a handful of friends who will be there at the same time. Last week we made it official, sending in the deposit and registration paperwork that secured my curly girl's spot in a cabin for six nights in June.
I am quite certain it will be an emotional experience for me when I drop my brand new 9 year old off for a week of sweet life experiences, but from where I sit several months away, I am at peace. She is thrilled.
Tonight as I tucked that precious girl in she whispered, "I am really excited about camp."
"Great, sweetie, I am too," I replied.
"But, Mama," she continued, "do you think I could spend the night with a friend at least once before I go so I know what it's like?"
Sigh. It's a good thing we have eight months.
My baby girl is growing up (and so am I.)