First Time at Camp, Jake Has The Jitters
My 12-year-olds have been anticipating camp for months now. Pretty much every day we have had some discussion about an aspect of their upcoming one-month stay. This is their first time and they picked the place on their own. We checked it out, talked to the camp owners and all looks fine.
When a friend who advises parents on camps told me there was no air-conditioning in the bunks, I said, “Great.”
But now, as Sunday’s drop off looms, Jake is getting cold feet.
He is worried about being home sick, terrified that something terrible – like us dying – is going to happen to my husband and me. He has slept with us all week.
He asked me to take him out to dinner – alone – for the past two nights. Just to talk. Over Thai noodles, he fumed that camp was Emma’s idea and maybe she could just go alone.
This has taken both me and Peter by surprise, since if we had any concern about how either of my kids would fare being away from home, Emma would be the one.
She has always been more emotionally fragile and sensitive than Jake, who always seem to let troubles roll of his back.
Plus, Jake is bunking with a best friend, Jonah, who is now in his third year at the camp.
Jonah helpfully pointed out to Jake earlier this week that he “only” cried five times his first night at camp. He predicted Jake would only cry three or so times that first night because he, Jonah, will be there to keep him company. Appreciate that, Jonah.
Tonight, Jake and Emma are dining with my brother and sister-in-law. Jake’s idea. It’s like his Long Goodbye.
I want next week to be here now. I want that three sentence letter from Jake that says having a great time, send a care package, that’s all for now.