
So here I was thinking that maybe, as a seasoned mom in the business for almost 20 years, I had summer overnight camp down pat.
I know how to talk myself out of the panic when I don’t see my kid in a camp picture and how to calm down even when their smile isn’t as big as I think it should be in the photo, and I know how to use my sane voice to remind myself that, “maybe they had to sneeze or something.”
I’m not going to claim to have completely overcome the worry because that’s just part of being a mother and I’ve come to embrace it, but it is more in control than it used to be.
And then, two days into the month long overnight camp, my 3rd grader called.
“Mommy, I fell and hurt my arm.”
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