My 12-year-old daughter sent me a smiling photo from scout camp to prove everything was fine. At first, I felt relieved. Then I noticed something disturbing in the background: a person who wasn’t supposed to be there. I called my daughter twice. When she didn’t answer, I called the camp.
My daughter, Ava, is twelve, and until this summer, she had given me almost no practice at being suspicious of her.
She was the kid who reminded me when I forgot to sign school forms.
She got straight As without being pushed.
If she accidentally took somebody else’s pencil home, she brought it back the next morning.
She had given me almost no practice at being suspicious of her.
So when she begged me to let her spend a week at scout camp with her troop, my main concern wasn’t whether she’d get into trouble.
It was whether I could handle her being gone.
“Mom, I’m twelve,” she told me for what felt like the hundredth time.
“I know how old you are.”
“You keep acting like I’m six.”
She begged me to let her spend a week at scout camp
“I’m not acting like you’re six.”
“You labeled my sunscreen.”
“Because you’ll lose it.”
She stared at me.
I stared back.
Then she pulled the sunscreen out of her backpack.
“I’m not acting like you’re six.”
She had already lost the cap.
Neither of us said anything for a second.
“Fine,” she muttered.
I laughed, and eventually I agreed to let her go.
It was her first time away from home for more than one night.
Eventually I agreed to let her go.
The first two days were harder on me than on her.
Phones were discouraged during activities, so I tried not to message too much. I got one short text the first night.
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