Halfway There

Offspring left for camp on Sunday evening. It's the first time she's ever been to resident camp, and we were both a little nervous. I was nervous because she had never spent so much time away from us, and she was nervous because she was going to be trying new things, and she was worried that she wouldn't make any friends.

Offspring stated a long time ago that she was going to be a vet when she grew up. She has always shown great affinity for animals, and has long been fascinated by animals. So, in furtherance of her animal love, we booked her for a week of camp with an emphasis on horses. Now, Offspring loves horses, despite the fact that she's never been any closer to one than a chance encounter with a tour carriage horse.

I was even more nervous when I read the stable's waiver -- we hereby waive any right to sue you should our beloved child die during her riding lessons. Erg. Well, I understand the stable's need to have informed parents, and their need to keep sue-happy people from robbing them of their livelihood, but wasn't there a better way to phrase it that that?

I have been rambling around the house all by myself since we dropped her off. It's very quiet. I never expected to feel so lonely. At any rate, I pick Offspring up on Friday evening. We're halfway there.