I received a letter yesterday.
It was written in all CAPS with lots of !!!!!!
My parents received a similar letter.
Written in all CAPS with lots of !!!!!
It was so pleading.
She is trying to have fun, she says, but she just can’t. She hates the girls in her bunk. Because they aren’t nice. Apparently, moms these days don’t teach their daughters to be nice. Then again, those are the same women who were probably exactly like their daughters when I was growing up.
Apples and trees, right.
She is begging to come home. She is miserable.
She asked my dad, her Papa, to come get her.
She asked me to come get her.
So here I sit. Waiting until the camp office opens so the phones can finally be answered.
And I think. Actually, I’m pretty sure, despite the mask of smiles on the pictures I see from the camp website…
I’m going to get my daughter.
Because the thought of her crying at CAMP, well, it sickens me.
It’s camp. Camp is supposed to be fun. She’s been there for *almost* two weeks. If she hasn’t started having fun yet, I think it’s done.
It’s time for her to come home.
Where she can be bored here. At home.
Where she can cry. At home.
She can whine and be miserable here.
Where I can make sure that she’s OK.
Because the thought of my daughter being upset at camp, in a cabin full of bitchy girls. Well, it’s more than I can take.
It’s not worth it.
Nothing is worth it.
So I’ll just bring her and all her dirty laundry home.