Today you are sixty-three months old.
|First day of school, last day of school.|
Life with you is becoming even more entertaining and amazing, as you continue to become even more yourself. You say and do the most hilarious and thought-provoking things. A few days ago, we were listening to a song whose lyrics said, “The mother of a thousand sons.” “Why not a thousand daughters?” you asked – your Dad thinks this is your first feminist critique!
You have been at summer camp now for three weeks (although you only go three times a week). You are really enjoying it as the camp is full of all kinds of great activities and field trips to waterparks, playgrounds, beaches, and even visits to the karate school and the gymnastics school. Your first week there, you ended the day exhausted and out of sorts – I should have been more aware that this transition would have worn you out. After all, it’s the first time in your life when you have to look after and carry your own backpack every day, and since your camp takes the city bus around town there is a lot of walking to and from the bus stop, which you are not used to. You seem to have adjusted now, though, and are enjoying all the different field trips.
After the first week of summer camp, out of the blue, you told me that “One day at summer camp, I was on the bus, and I looked out the window and saw that my team was off the bus and I didn’t know it was time to get off the bus.” Well, like any red-blooded mother I FREAKED THE HECK OUT and started imagining scenarios where you were left on a city bus all alone. Also, knowing you as I do, I know it is not so implausible that you might not hear the leaders’ prompt to get off the bus, and that 15 seconds of inattention might lead to very scary circumstances. But I tried to keep all this freaking out inside as I asked you, “Well, what did you do?” You responded that the bus was still stopped and so you got off the bus and went to your team. I tried to find out if other people from the camp were sitting with you, but you are not always so good at giving straight, focused answers, so I settled for trying to assume the best: for all I knew, there was a leader standing in the aisle staring straight at you and waiting patiently for you to disembark.