There’s nothing quite like a new experience to reveal our hearts, is there?
As I’m writing this, I’m getting my eldest (who is nine) ready to go to a camp for the first time. I knew she would be a mixture of nervous and excited. What’s surprised me is how I’m reacting to the preparations.
Last night I lay awake with these thoughts running through my head: Will she get a headache from forgetting to wear her reading glasses? What if she doesn’t put on her sun cream properly? Will she know who to turn to if she’s feeling homesick?
