To begin with, a quick “thank you” to the many people who reached out last week to see how we were all faring with Maddie away at sleep away camp. In many ways it was a looonnngg five days, since, if you’re a reader of this blog you know that when we dropped her off, Madeline was scared and crying, trying desperately to put on a brave face. We could send one-way emails so that she could hear from us every day, but she was only allowed to communicate with us via snail mail (which we received today. Apparently the camp post office has actual snails working there). So the difficult part was trying to figure out if she was having fun.
I try to refrain from giving tips on this blog, since we all know that I’m just making up this parenting thing as I go, but I did want to share advice from a friend I spoke with for a Charlotte Parent article I wrote last winter, about camp communication. She said that she told her son to give a “thumbs up” in pictures if he was having a good time. That way, each night when she checked out the photo galleries (most camps will post pictures on their secure sites each evening and try to have shots of all campers), it would be their secret “signal” that he was okay. I told Madeline this same thing- and experienced massive relief when, in the first photo of her, she was smiling and giving a huge thumbs-up. In hindsight, I should probably have told her that she did not have to do the thumbs up in every single photo…
…as she did start to resemble the Fonz on the third day. To mix things up Dan sent an email and told her to throw him a peace sign.
I guess it’s a good thing she wasn’t there longer; we would have had her throwing up gang signs. But anyhoo, this put us totally at ease; she looked like she was having a great time and I figured there was no way she was going to want to come home.
What happened Friday evening when I picked her up is a moment I’ll replay in my mind over and over in the years to come. Seriously, I need to revisit this exact scene the first time she brings home a failed test/breaks curfew/ tells us she’s joining the circus.
Maddie sat in a small crowd downstairs, and when she caught sight of me, literally tore past the other kids, tears streaming down her face, and jumped into my arms. It took her a full minute to gain enough composure to speak, and then in her little high-pitched voice said the seven sweetest words in the English language: “I’m just so happy to see you.”
Of course, I cried. How could I not? There was the overwhelming relief that she was safe, healthy and coming home. She later told us that she had a really good time, recounted tons of adventures, and said that it was “a great experience.” But she had been homesick every day.
“I can’t tell you exactly what I missed so much,” she said. “Just the feeling of being home.”
At first, I was torn about this statement. Though I’m happy she deems her home a place to be missed, we want her to grow up to be independent and adventurous. But after further reflection, I think all of us, child or adult, would feel this way. When we are out of our comfort zone, we long to be somewhere safe and predictable. Our homes are more than just walls, they are safe havens. Whether we are pulling warm sheets from a dryer or simmering marinara sauce on a stove. Caring for our gardens or laying our heads on our pillows. Our homes evoke feelings of being safe, content- at peace. I’m glad that my child views her own home this way; I hope as she matures that she’ll understand that she can wander away for a while- and it will still be there for her return.
“The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.” -Maya Angelou