CAMP!

Last Tuesday morning I got Maggie dressed, washed her face, put her "camp" shoes on, covered her in sunscreen  and gave her two lovely pig tails.  I packed her backpack and we walked to Maggie's first day of camp.  I was excited to see what this new adventure had in store for us.  Would she be nervous or excited?  Would she meet new friends?  Would she understand that I would be back in three hours to pick her up?  Now, I never worry that Maggie will cry after me or yearn for me to stay by her side.  And although sometimes it can be abrupt, she never looks back.  I didn't get a kiss, a hug or even a "see ya!".  She spotted the open door to her classroom and she was gone before I could say good-bye.  I said hello to her teacher very briefly and looked around at all the kids crying and holding on to their mom's leg.  I knew I didn't want to be in that situation but a hug good-bye would have been nice.  I decided it would be best to wave and tell her I would be back later.  She quickly looked up to acknowledge me and continued playing.  The walk home was lonely.  I couldn't believe how much I missed the incessant questions or how quiet it was without her singing at the top of her lungs.  When we got home, I put Henry down for his morning nap.  I must admit, this part felt pretty good.  3 hours to myself?  I had a cup (or 3) of coffee and called my mom.  It was perfect.  On my way to pick up Maggie, I couldn't contain my excitement.  I talked to Henry the whole way there.  I am sure everyone on the street thought I was crazy but in all honesty, I talk to Henry (and Maggie) all day long.  There is no feel-good-medicine like seeing your child's name on her very own "cubby" complete with paintings, crafts and newsletters.  When they called her name I was standing right in front.  She saw me and came running.  It was the best hug I have ever received.  She was so tired.  She told me she had fun and that she shared.  That was all.  3 hours of fun sharing.  When she woke up from her nap she told me stories of her new friends and the new songs she learned.  She couldn't wait to go back.  Since then we have had some interesting conversations.  Camp has had an effect on her imagination.  She now has a baby in her belly named Coco.  This may be due a recent visit by one of my very best friends Jackie Rogers who, in fact, is pregnant.  But Coco was named later and I have since concluded that someone named "Abby 2" has named her baby Coco.  I can only imagine what "Abby 2" has told her mom.