Suburbia is happy that Tall Girl is home from camp!! She is dirty, smelly and happy! She has lots of new songs to sing and tales to tell and she is speaking with a new voice. The new voice is more confident and assertive. The new voice is speaking older words in an off hand 'well of course it was..' sort of way. Her sleeping bag is wet, her trainers are soaking. She did the assault course twice and jumped in the water with all her clothes and trainers on. She made a fire with sticks and cooked waffles and chicken. It rained, it thundered and she is covered in bites! She did cooking and cleaning but avoided sloshing out the toilets! Everything was fine (you said it would be) and her new voice is fantastic. It is a voice that can survive the next year at a new school and a voice that can make new friends. She is my best girl and she has grown up (like you said she would).
However I can't stop being a mother, so she is now in the bath! Her bed is freshly made and her PJ's are clean. My mission will be accomplished when she lays down her tired (but clean) head and is happy to drift into a pleasantly exhausted sleep. At home at last, my best girl, grown and beautiful.
Mother-in-law rang to see how Tall Girl got on.
'Did she come home with flees like her father?' I have heard this story before and realise that she is not talking about only yesterday!
'No flees' I reply cheerily, though I didn't mention the head lice episode of late.
'I had to make him undress on the front step' she carried on.
'Yes, we didn't go that far'. I didn't admit that the thought crossed my mind!
'And all his toothpaste was spread over the inside of his sleeping bag'
'Mmmm'. The enthusiasm has run out for this story over the years!
'They disbanded the scout group you know' she carried on, 'after that lot had been. They scrumped apples and the curate was sacked!'
GOSH, that bad?!!