Today Emma had her very first day of summer faith camp through our church.  This is the first time she’s ever done something without some family member present, so it was a big occasion.  Emma was nervous and concerned this morning, and was not happy that I was going to leave her there.  I reassured her that I’d stay for a little bit if she wanted me to, and if it was too horribly awful that she wouldn’t have to go the next day.  She, of course, had a great time and is eager to go back tomorrow.  

I was a little more frazzled by the whole experience, but that was largely because I made the assumption that Saint C’s Hall would be somewhat near Saint C Church, rather than about a mile away on a narrow street with a street sign nearly overgrown with bushes.  Forgetting my cell phone compounded the problem and added to the overall anxiety of the experience, but we did make it there and everything was fine.  We were about a half an hour late but perhaps it was for the best as it allowed time for a couple of the adults that Emma knows from faith formation to notice her and help bring her into the group and activities.  

I had tried so hard to get everyone out the door on time, and even though I was delayed by a last minute toddler poop, I was still doing fine…  I just should have made sure I knew where the place was, even when it seemed obvious!