P&K Insider

Before anyone else tries to claim the title, it’s mine.

I brought my daughter to camp today.  I think she considered it more like a visit to say a hospital or a dentist or a horror film. Yesterday, she loved it. Today not so much. For a 4-year-old, she knows how to lay on the guilt…thick. She whined, yelled and voiced her every emotion very loudly.

I listened. I repeated her concerns. I talked about the fun she had yesterday. I gave her something to look forward to tomorrow. I carried her to the classroom, sat on the floor and met her friends, addressed the teacher and gave her sad, little face a kiss goodbye.

That was an hour ago. I still have a lump in my throat. For all I know, she could be smiling, dancing and playing with the cute girls she sat with earlier.

At least I hope she is.