Of course I check them every day. Doesn’t everyone?
Each day, my 10-year-old’s summer camp website posts several hundred photos of activities. Pool play, maccabiah games, horseback riding. The…images are glorious. They show 8-year-olds dressed in white, 11-year-olds covered in sand: childhood at its most beautiful. My 7-year-old and I scroll through, looking for any photo, however cropped or distant, of his older brother. Is that him? His red hair? There are his cabin-mates playing ping-pong. Maybe he’ll be in the next set.… >> Read More
The voice mail came in while we were swimming. It was Saturday, the afternoon before Noah’s sleepaway camp ended.
Infirmary. 100.7 fever.
“Do you want to get him tonight or have us keep him…here until pickup tomorrow?” the nurse asked. >> Read More
I’m holding my breath for 11 more days.
My 9-year-old, Noah, left yesterday for 12 days of sleepaway camp.
This morning the cat didn’t get fed until 7. Noah’s 6-year-old brother, Sam,…was the first one up and put on music to stave off the quiet. I found myself, after the breakfast dishes were done, listening to the washing machine on spin. It’s going to be a long two weeks. >> Read More