While I’m typing this, my daughter is in the summer camp. It’s the end of the school year here in Spain, and the school organizes a 3-days summer camp each year. Hundreds of children from all grades are having one of the most joyful days in their life. Each two grades share the same destination. Sky is in the first grade, and together with the second grade she is now staying in a ‘casa de colonias‘, a hotel-like building with many facilities indoor and outdoor where children or other big groups can enjoy their time together. I have received photo’s from her teacher yesterday and today and while I know that the hotel is in the midst of nature, I’m still impressed about how green and beautiful the surroundings are. I saw photo’s of my daughter and her friends nurturing vegetable gardens, playing games between the bushes, having their snacks under the shadow of the many big trees, a group photo in their dormitory with the many bunk beds… I think she is having a huge fun!
But it was not easy, it is not. Because this is the very first time she is not sleeping with us at night. The first time she spends more than three quarter of a day without us, her parents. And that for 2 nights; 3 days! Of course we have prepared her (and the other way around) as best as we could. We had talks, she had tears and stomach ache. Woke up in the middle of the night. More talks, more tears. It’s all in the package. Sooner or later there will be the first time. And the time has come. She knows it really well, and however she’s quite scared of it, she was also very excited. Not once she said she didn’t want to go to the camp. I think she wanted to try and she knew she would have tons of fun. Only the first step is always a bit scary. For all of us!