Today Sena was the first one awake. She could hardly sleep because she was so excited. I found her on the computer looking over every little scrap of information she could find about camp, counting the minutes until one o'clock when we could check her in.
She has spent hours looking over camp schedules and sample menus, trying to decide what activities she will sign up for, figuring out what to expect. I felt at least a dozen emotions dropping her off, most surprisingly, jealousy. There was a part of me that wanted to be nine years old too, so excited about something that I couldn't sleep, about to do all sorts of things I had never done before.
But a larger part of me was nervous, hovering in a way I never normally do, more than a little heartbroken when she sent us away.