What have I done? I’ve posted before about Emma growing up (check out OMG She’s SO High! ), but this one takes the cake. Let’s rewind a few years. My mother-in-law started Grandma Camp as a tradition for her daughter’s girls when Emma was just a baby. She takes the girls for a few days to some age appropriate out of town location for a little mini- Grandma-vacation. By the time Emma was only two she’s been asked, and asked…. and asked to go with her cousins (whom, I should mention, she adores) on the yearly Grandma Camp adventure. And every year we’ve politely said no, Emma is just too young right now. And then this year rolled around. Oh, what was I thinking?!?!? Emma has matured quite a bit this year and she’s expressed shall we say a LOT of interest in going on Grandma Camp. So we did trials runs – she stayed the night at Grandma’s house quite a few times and she loved it everytime!Â
So…. with much hesitation… I said yes.Â
Logically I know that Emma is fine. My mother-in-law is an accomplished pediatrition, raised 5 kids of her own and, best of all, she loves Emma to death. But emotionally it’s a whole other story. I come from a family that is close – extremely close. The word camp itself didn’t exist in our house – camping was really nothing more than a theory. The closest we ever got to typical kids summer camp was with all my brothers and sister, Mom, Dad and Grandparents in the back of my Grandpa’s produce truck (which was, I have to admit, super exciting to hang out in)… parked in the backyard… with a TV… and it only lasted until the youngest kids started to fall asleep. Sleepovers were practically nonexistent and actually going away longer than a night was very literally unheard of. And now here I am – breaking all my Mother’s rules. And it’s making me sick!
Good or bad, it’s done now. Emma is officially away at Grandma Camp. I can’t complain about it now- as much as it pains me, I’ve made my choice. This is just one more adventure in the grand tale called Parenting that I’ve long ago chosen to live by. So the best I can do is to take a big breath and analyze every little detail found in the pictures I’m sent every night. 
 Is that obsessive? LoL – I certainly hope not!
July 24th, 2009 at 6:28 am
My sister sent Haley to stay with me for a week…she called every single day and every day was the same, What’s wrong? Why doesn’t she want to talk to me? Because she’s having fun-now leave us alone!!! I’m sure Emma will have a great time!!!