The Flip Side of Summer Camp
Monday, June 19, 2017
Well, this is interesting.
This morning, I saw my 14-year old off to a week long church youth camp. I wish that I could say that I'd miraculously found the money to pay for it myself, but in truth, some kind soul offered a scholarship that enabled her to go. And boy, she's been wound up over this for weeks.
I went to a camp like this once when I was a teen. It was exciting, the area was gorgeous, and I managed to successfully face plant in front of the hunk that I was crushing on at the time. The swimming alone was incredible. It was an experience that I've always been grateful that I'd had the opportunity to enjoy.
That said, as a teen, I'd never stopped to wonder what it must be like for the parents that wave their children off. It's different for me and my daughter than it would have been for me and my parents. I had a load of siblings and both parents living with me when I was that age, but now it's just me and my daughter. For an entire week, the only living creatures I'll be living with are my derpy dog and my daughter's nutty cat. Good company, but not the best conversationalists.
I'm going to try to use this time productively, putting in more job applications and doing some belated spring cleaning, but it's a startling revelation to realize how unused to being alone I've gotten. Wow.