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Jul. 23rd, 2015 07:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
altarflameI am SO proud of Elise, and happy for her ♥! She did her first solo sleepover at Girl Scout camp, last night - she spent the night once last year, with Ananda there in the same cabin. Normally she's just there during the day, but during certain weeks there's a sleepover option for one of the days.
Ok I have to interrupt myself to mention that she just walked up behind me and read that first paragraph. I had to explain the code nonsense for the little heart symbol and tell her "certain," but she is really having a reading leap! I sent her away and told her in 10 minutes we'll go get barrettes and clips like she wants.
Anyway... I was worried about her, more than makes any rational sense. I kept wishing they had one of those daycare cam type things I could log into to see how she was doing, even though I don't really think that's necessary at all. She's 8, she's there every day, she's spent the night with her sister before - I actually lived on that campground as a child, for half a year while my mom and stepdad were the site managers. She's just also my baby, and I get really suddenly overcome by feelings of how vulnerable my kids are for the past year or so. I think it's something about having teenagers who will move out? I try really hard not to let it effect my actions or even let them see it. It's just become so normal for Ananda to leave for 3 days to a friend's house, and go to the beach and the movies with them while she's there, or be gone for a whole week with the school - or for Isaac to go on out of town field trips overnight with chaperones, who I know and trust but, what the heck. I'm happy for all of them, I'm just also periodically seized with the fragility of...everything?
The point is I was relieved as well as thrilled for my Beasty, as she told me all the details on the way home. They had a campfire! She roasted her own marshmallows! They actually swam in the ool* AT NIGHT! All the girls in her cabin had a pajama dance party, before bed! She cannot wait until their end-of-week performance tomorrow - it's "medieval week," she's going to be a knight, and that means they're wrapping her in aluminum foil. Last Friday was Heroes and Villains week, and she was Harley Quinn, which basically meant she wore a red skirt and a black shirt, with pigtails, to say her single line while they all giggled their way through some incomprehensible story line in varying degrees of costume.
When I started this entry she was still in the shower, because she decided she wanted a short bob again and so I'd just cut off 8 inches of her hair. It's pretty adorable. I can hear her out there, cutting in on Jake and Isaac's UNO game over and over to make them look at how much it moves when she shakes her head. This is why we have a barrette and clip date. I'm sure it's been 10 minutes already.
*no p in the ool
Ok I have to interrupt myself to mention that she just walked up behind me and read that first paragraph. I had to explain the code nonsense for the little heart symbol and tell her "certain," but she is really having a reading leap! I sent her away and told her in 10 minutes we'll go get barrettes and clips like she wants.
Anyway... I was worried about her, more than makes any rational sense. I kept wishing they had one of those daycare cam type things I could log into to see how she was doing, even though I don't really think that's necessary at all. She's 8, she's there every day, she's spent the night with her sister before - I actually lived on that campground as a child, for half a year while my mom and stepdad were the site managers. She's just also my baby, and I get really suddenly overcome by feelings of how vulnerable my kids are for the past year or so. I think it's something about having teenagers who will move out? I try really hard not to let it effect my actions or even let them see it. It's just become so normal for Ananda to leave for 3 days to a friend's house, and go to the beach and the movies with them while she's there, or be gone for a whole week with the school - or for Isaac to go on out of town field trips overnight with chaperones, who I know and trust but, what the heck. I'm happy for all of them, I'm just also periodically seized with the fragility of...everything?
The point is I was relieved as well as thrilled for my Beasty, as she told me all the details on the way home. They had a campfire! She roasted her own marshmallows! They actually swam in the ool* AT NIGHT! All the girls in her cabin had a pajama dance party, before bed! She cannot wait until their end-of-week performance tomorrow - it's "medieval week," she's going to be a knight, and that means they're wrapping her in aluminum foil. Last Friday was Heroes and Villains week, and she was Harley Quinn, which basically meant she wore a red skirt and a black shirt, with pigtails, to say her single line while they all giggled their way through some incomprehensible story line in varying degrees of costume.
When I started this entry she was still in the shower, because she decided she wanted a short bob again and so I'd just cut off 8 inches of her hair. It's pretty adorable. I can hear her out there, cutting in on Jake and Isaac's UNO game over and over to make them look at how much it moves when she shakes her head. This is why we have a barrette and clip date. I'm sure it's been 10 minutes already.
*no p in the ool
