Even before T arrived for her week’s stay with me, I could see what a life-changer she was going to be. As I ran around in a frenzy trying to get ready for her, I saw all the things I didn’t know about having a child around, all the things I felt foolish asking, but which I had to ask because how would I figure them out on my own? When did she go to bed, how should I do her hair, what did she eat, did she have any allergies, was she a light sleeper, was she afraid of the dark … ? Too many questions!
And then she was here and everything worked out fine — no disasters, no bloodshed, no debilitating homesickness. We had an excellent if quick week of Rock Camp and T’s already planning to come back. “The band has decided to stay together after camp,” she told me the second day. Oh, really? And how does that work when she lives out of town? “I’ll just come and stay with you on the weekend when we’re going to practice.” Right. Obviously. But maybe not as far fetched as all that. On the parent/guardian camp evaluation there’s a line where you can indicate if you’d like to stay in touch with other parents or campers, and one of the moms told me that the camp has an instrument loaner program, so …
This morning I was up early and — wonder of wonders — fixing myself lunch and generally continuing the shockingly good habits I started when T was here … and I had a little moment of sadness over how quickly last week passed. I had so much fun having T stay with me, playing ridiculous games with her, listening to her go on about whatever was her subject of the moment, watching her interact with other kids, seeing all the ways she is still such a little kid even though she’s so grown.
I’m missing her. Of course. She was a major disruption of my day-to-day … and I really want to be disrupted some more.