There’s nothing quite like a new experience to reveal our hearts, is there? As I’m writing this, I’m getting my eldest (who is nine) ready to go to a camp for the first time. I knew she would be a mixture of nervous and excited. What’s surprised me is how I’m reacting to the preparations.
Last night I lay awake with these thoughts running through my head: Will she get a headache from forgetting to wear her reading glasses? What if she doesn’t put on her sun cream properly? Will she know who to turn to if she’s feeling homesick?
Being the planner that I am, I thought it best to address these things with her. I reminded her about her glasses. I told her it was a good idea to get her dorm leader to supervise her putting on her sun cream. And I asked her: “Who do you think will be a good person to talk to you if you’re feeling homesick?”
