The time has come.
After my husband and I prayed over and discussed our decision, we agreed to let our oldest daughter go to camp in a few weeks.
The kind of camp where you eat meals with other kids your own age, have craft time, play games, and have Bible lessons.
Oh, and I should mention that it’s the kind of camp where you take a sleeping bag and a pillow and a suitcase and sleep away from home. For four nights.
It’s a local camp, so I plan to stop by at least two of the days. You know, just in case she forgot something.
It’s a church camp and I know and trust the adults who are in charge.
But it’s her first time. And it’s my first time. And what will her younger sister do by herself all day???
When I informed my eleven-and-a-half-year-old that I would stop by to see her at least twice during the week, she asked me what I was going to do when she went off to college and I couldn’t come and visit her every day.
Ha! Little does she know….