At 10:00 p.m. the first night I dropped her off at camp I received the call I had been dreading.
“I’m homesick,” sob, sobbing harder, and then louder.
“My roommates didn’t show up.” SOB, tears falling so hard and fast as they hit the phone it sounded like rain hitting the roof.
“You don’t have roommates?”
“Yes, I convinced two other girls to join me.”
“I hate it here!” WAAAAHHHHHHHHH
“Don’t you like the pool?”
“No, its horrible!” Sniff, sniff, sniff
“Are you learning any new skills?”
“N-o, I h-a-te it h-e-r-e” hicup, hicup, hyperventilate.
“Are you wanting me to pick you up?”
“Yes, come immediately!!!!”
“Honey, by the time I would get there it would be 3 a.m. and I just drove home from their today. I can’t do that and I won’t do that!”
And the longer we talked the worse it got until I finally realized I was in a no-win situation and she would keep this up until Sunday, the battery power on her phone died, or at the very least until the sun rose.
In exasperation I said to my littlest
“Honey, I have to go, so put on your big girl panties and tough it out. Here’s the thing, you have the ability to choose what this weekend will be for you. You can choose to be miserable or you can choose to be happy, to have a great time, learn lots and create a bunch of memories. It’s your choice. Personally, I would choose happy because that is the only REAL choice you have if you want to have a good life. Start practicing making good choices.”
And then I hung up the phone before it got wet as the salty drops started to splatter around me.
3 thoughts on “Homesick”
you know the good thing is she was totally comfortable to call you and tell you how she was feeling?
So hard. Hugs for you both.
You are one strong mother, raising strong children. Hats off to you, lady. How did the rest of camp go for her?