They say distance makes the heart grow fonder. Does it really though? And is that even healthy when you are already obsessed with your daughter?!
So, it’s night one without our clever girl trying to make us laugh, singing loudly from her room, or leaving crafty messes around the house. I speak as if she’s gone for some extreme amount of time. She’s not. It’s not like she’s off at college in NYC yet. Just at her beloved summer camp for 9 days/8 nights; it’s not like I’m counting or anything.
I’m being a brave, slightly less codependent mommy this time. I sent her with just 2 letters from me. I did that thing when you’re supposed to let your kid prioritize their friends over you; I stealthily got letters from a few of her friends to sneak into her camp bag. Am I dying to know what her reaction was when she found them? Uhhhh yes! Am I going to know anytime soon?…well in 9 days. It’s possible that I’m slightly delusional to think she will pose for a photo that sends me a covert message of thanks in the camp updates. I have already been instructed to send along a planned photo to a friend if it shows up in the camp app, so like, of course she’s going to send a nod to me. Or…that’s the friends over parent thing coming up. Dammit.
Given I cannot fill her inbox with daily updates from home this year, I fear this audience may be getting a slew of my thoughts this week. I have had a lot in my queue, so maybe this is the time to polish those up. Maybe I’ll finally break open that CleverPoppy cross stitch beginner’s package. Maybe I’ll finally make a concentrated effort on one of the many children books that I have halfway written. Perhaps for a parent like me, who should truly not become fonder of her child, distance will make my heart grow fonder of myself.