It's Friday! Only two more working days til the workweek starts!
*snort* So you can see where my attitude is today. My oldest is about to embark on her very first trip to sleep-away camp. We drive her over on Sunday and pick her up on Wednesday, and I am already beside myself with worry. I should mention here that my children, and indeed the whole family, have Celiac Disease, which rather than burden you with Science, just means she can't eat wheat, rye or barley. In cafeteria terms, this can be a nightmare. The camp people have assured me they can handle special diets and so we've decided to trust them at their word.
That, and there's a salad bar at every meal.
A little cross contamination won't do too much damage; she's been gluten-free for 7 years now and is as healthy as a horse. She can manage all right and they'll call me if she gets really sick. They sort of have to! But I'm not going to deny her a normal 9 year old's existence because her digestive system works a little differently. And as she grows we both have to learn to handle these situations anyway.
So it's off to the store for flip-flops for the showers at camp, and finding flashlights and arranging rides to the camp and all that stuff. My equally brilliant younger one is just glad the sister will be out of the way for a few days. As long as she has someone to play with, she couldn't really care less. No jealousy, at least not until we start to drive away. Then, yeah. Probably!
And the Celiac thing is a nice way to avoid my real fears, the ones all moms get, that our babies will not have a fabulous time and will come home in tears because the other girls were mean or just exclusive or our children just didn't really hit it off with anyone. Having been that daughter myself, who wasn't cool and wasn't popular and didn't know how to make friends easily, my daughter's upcoming trip is dredging up all of my stuff.
My older daughter is a social diamond. She's the kid the teachers put new students next to, because she is compassionate and funny and loves meeting new people and being helpful and kind. She is f'ing brilliant, is my kid! And she'll do just fine at camp. The only wreck here is me. She'll be fine. I'll be fine. It'll be fine.
Just fine.
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