Today was Bean's first day of summer camp. This is the first time she's been to any type of camp, school or daycare. We've been talking up camp to her for weeks now. She would skip around saying "I wanna go to school". She was very excited about this mainly because they have a playground or what Bean likes to call a "park".
I got her all ready and dressed and cutie-fied this morning. She was even happy to pose for the camera.
She was ready to go, ready to get to the "park". We arrived early. Very early. Right after the teacher. So we waited around in the car for a bit. Bean kept saying "Mommy, open the door. I wanna go to the park."
I kept sitting there thinking "You keep your seat, missy. This is going way too fast for Mommy." I kept catching myself tearing up and I'd silently admonish myself. If Bean doesn't cry, why should I?
Let me tell you why. All she sees is a world full of parks and playgrounds. All I see is the day she gets in her car and drives away from me. Melodramatic, huh? Yeah, I know. That's me. These are the times that Hubz likes to refer to me as an "emo kid". He didn't even know what "emo kid" meant until I told him and now he turns around and uses it on me. I'm not filling him in on the down-low any more.
Soon it was time to turn her over to her teacher. I silently thought to myself "make sure this one stays happy and safe. The others are on their own." I'll probably never be offered the job of Room Mom or anything like similar with that attitude.
Bean was happy to go. She headed straight for the slide. I headed straight for our car. I even made it out of the driveway before I started crying. I didn't want the other moms to know I was a rookie.
So there you have it. I can't wait to get home and hear about all the fun things Bean got to do today and if she loved camp.