As the week got closer and closer, I was sure I was fine with her going. We got everything she needed and she was all packed and ready to go. She was soooo excited! And at 6:30 Monday morning, she was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and ready to go.
But for some reason, I could not sleep at all Sunday night. Or Monday night. Or even Tuesday night. I think some time Wednesday it finally occurred to me that even if I didn't feel like I was worried, I guess my subconscious was. How else do you explain 3 sleepless nights in a row? But by Thursday night, I slept just fine - probably because she was due home on Friday, duh.
Tink had a GREAT time. There were different themes each day, they could decorate their cabins, and dress up according to the themes. I gave her two disposal cameras to take pictures, which she loves to do. After we developed the photos, I discovered that easily two-thirds of the pictures were of the beautiful Pennsylvania landscape on her way to the camp. But there were definitely a few photos of her friends and cabin.
Her favorite thing to do was fishing. She said she caught 5 fish (more than anyone else that day). For weeks after she got home, she asked us almost daily to take her fishing, which she never really seemed to enjoy that much in the past. (No, we never took her fishing after camp. Maybe next summer.)
|I know it's hard to see, but there is a fish at the end of that line. And look how happy she is!|
I'm glad she enjoyed herself, but I've definitely been ok with her not having any other sleep-away camps or activities since then. Once a summer seems to be just fine.