Nicole, my 10-year-old, is at a sleep-away camp this week. She has never been to this type of camp before. I think it's so awesome! I'm certain she is having a great time and I am really excited about this new adventure for her. And apparently, there's something wrong with my brain. I didn't cry when she left. I didn't think it was hard. It didn't even occur to me to be sad or start crying or be worried, because I just don't think that way. I was at a birthday party over the weekend with Caitlin and I mentioned to one of the other parents that Nicole had left earlier in the day for the sleep-away camp. "That must have been so hard for you!" she said. Uhm, not really. Without fail, I love watching the "growing up" milestones - birthdays, starting/ending a school year, losing teeth, getting rid of old things the kids can no longer use - I can't understand why these sorts of events would make parents sad, because they actually make me really excited and happy for my kids. Sure, I got a little nostalgic and refused to get rid of a few baby outfits and toys, and I save a lot of the kids' artwork because I don't want to throw it away. I thought it was strange dropping my babies off at daycare after my maternity leave was over, but I didn't cry. From my experience, I'm pretty much the only mom on the planet who behaves this way. I know there must be someone else out there like me. Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
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