Yesterday, my younger daughter reached a milestone in her life: she went to sleep away camp.
Although many moments in my childhood have faded at the edges, the unhappy memory of being dropped off at an unfamiliar place far from home remains crystal clear in my mind. To this day, my lifelong friend Lindsey, whom I met at camp 31 years ago, laughs with love and sympathy when she remembers me at 12. I was so homesick, and so terrible at hiding it.
But my daughter seemed ready for action in the days leading up to the big drop off. One of the things she was most looking forward to, she said, was getting mail. “I bet I will get the most mail of anyone,” she said with confidence, knowing that she comes from a family of writers.
At 9, she does not yet have a cell phone, but since everyone else for the most part does, she’s never really received many letters. She’s also never written more than one or two in a month, usually to her grandparents. More and more, she’s asking to use my phone to text people. Someone. Anyone. Soon, we will give in and she’ll get her own device. Soon, she will not have to wait more than one or two seconds to connect with a friend or loved one, whenever she wants to.
I am ambivalent about that upcoming milestone in her life. It’s part of the reason I appreciated Boston Globe writer Jaci Conroy’s recent article about the many benefits that flow to letter writers, and especially children. In addition to giving kids a chance to practice and hone their writing skills, Conroy points out, waiting for mail to arrive is a great lesson in delayed gratification.
Before my daughter went to camp, I promised to write to her every day. I plan to do so — I’ve got plenty of pretty cards to send, if not a lot of news. But when I dropped her off, I told her this: in the beginning, you will probably write a lot of letters. After a while, you might start to forget, and that’s ok. I’ll know it means you are having a lot of fun. For me, that will be better than getting a letter.
I mostly meant what I said, about being happy not to hear from her. It’s an expected marker on the parenting road I’m on, and I want to meet my milestones as bravely and enthusiastically as my daughter is meeting hers.
I wrote to all 4 kids every single day they were at camp! There was rarely anything to really tell them, but I somehow managed to fill up the allotted email characters…oh yeah, I emailed them…no postage involved. Homesickness is one of the loneliest, gut-wrenching feelings. I don’t think I will ever fully recover from it both personally and through my chikdren! Haha! Can’t imagine Lydia won’t have an amazing time!!!
She loved it. Such a more resilient little person than I was at her age! Emailing kids at camp has got to have a different effect — no waiting involved, and less length, but I’m not sure the letters I sent had any more quality content!
Go, Lyddie. I still have piles of letters that you and I wrote back and forth between summers. Those days were so special. xox