I sent Rachel off to camp yesterday. She’ll be gone almost four weeks in north Georgia.
Today I received a phone call from her unit counselor: Rachel left her toiletry kit at home. Sure enough, I found it sitting on her desk, just where she described to counselors that she’d left it. I’ll mail the kit tonight and in the meantime she’s using borrowed items.
The counselor assured me several times that Rach was doing well (“great”, even).
As with any phone call from someone you’ve turned over care of your child to, this one started with, “Rachel’s fine but…” I love those calls. I can imagine that before they started saying that, parents the world over panicked when they heard from camp or school.
I can provide Rachel’s postal address to anyone who asks me. She comes home June 30.