Last year, my daughter attended a three-week day camp I held at our church. She was the youngest kid in the crew, but it was small and she got on well enough. Her dad was there the entire time, after all!
This year, we signed her up for a one-week art camp in a nearby city. I was a bit anxious. My daughter certainly wouldn’t know anyone there. There would be not just music or painting, but dance, theater, and sculpture. How would she respond?
Like gangbusters.
We never had to twist her arm to go (despite the 40 minute car ride there), and she bounded out to us each day at noon excited from what she had accomplished that day.
My daughter is more adventurous and resilient than I give her credit for.
Learning Together 