Suffering the pain of not fixing the pain.
I sent my eldest daughter off to sleepaway camp this past week for the first time. I was determined to NOT write a trite and soppy blog post about what this has felt like for me, or for her. The mixed emotions are the same as lots of other parents. I went to sleepaway camp – Camp Ramah of New England – for three years, and I remember the excitement, the homesickness, the lack of letter writing, the first week of hating it, and then the not wanting to go home.
My daughter isn’t me, and Camp Sternberg, and Orthodox girls-only camp is definitely not co-ed, Hebrew speaking, Conservative Camp Ramah.
Even though I was all happy for her until precisely the moment I had to walk back to my car alone and then started to cry, feeling old and proud at the same time, this blog post is NOT going to be about that.
….You see, my daughter isn’t happy at camp. Â She wasn’t so happy after two days, and borrowed a phone from a junior counselor to call and tell me. She couldn’t find some of her stuff, she was homesick – and you know? I was okay with it. That is normal for the first two days at sleepaway. Trite. Not worth writing about.
Then the program director called me. “Your daughter is very homesick. She would like to speak with you. She has been crying. She is asking to go home.”
The director and I are on the same page that it is still early, and that my daughter has to get used to being away. That adjustments and challenges aren’t always fun, but are worth it, and that this is a good life lesson for her at this stage of life. The director encouraged me to speak to my daughter just to reinforce that she has to try her best to make the best of it until visiting day.
WHICH IS ONLY ONE WEEK AWAY.
So what is this about?
The gaping chasm between my mind knowing that challenges and sometimes even pain can be good for my children over the long term, and what my heart is telling me it wants to do.
I give my children vaccinations, and watch them cry. I watch them struggle with school studies, and I push them to work at it, rather than fix their problems. Â I know that they need to build all kinds of physical and spiritual muscles that sometimes only have “gain” with “pain”.
I know this to be true.
The feelings I have about my baby feeling sad and doing nothing to fix it, well, that is quite a different story.
This strong part of me feels compelled to kiss the boo-boo – to prevent or instantly fix the “skinned knee“….
I cannot help wonder to myself if mother and daughter are both struggling with very similar and equally painful tugs: She wants to stay and for it to be fun. She wants for this to work. Â She also feels sad and misses my arms, her bed, my food.
I want this to work for her. I want her wings to get strong on their own. I want to watch her master a challenge, overcome a struggle, breathe through the pain and emerge victorious. But I also want to run up there and hold her every day for just a little while, like emotional training wheels, until she is all right for a whole day, two days, a week – Â instead of sitting here on my hands.
The midwife that delivered this very same daughter told me then that she doesn’t allow mothers of the laboring woman to be present for her home-birth deliveries. She explained that the woman in labor can cope much easier with her own pain than her mother can cope watching her daughter go through it while doing nothing to help.
I guess that means I better adjust, because it looks like this is only the beginning…. for both of us.
I really understand how you feel, and I know how difficult this can be. While my kids couldn’t wait to see the back of me when they went to camp, my youngest had horrible homesickness when she started sherut leumi this year. Every other day there were phone calls full of choked voices and tearful questions, she wanted to come home, she wanted to switch, she just wanted out. I even managed, like you, to blog about it, not because we want to, but because we need to (and I had to find a recipe, noch). The best support you can give your daughter is the knowledge that her mother is always there to support her, even when you are not always there.
Yes, you had better adjust, this is only the beginning, and it never ends.
I wish I could come and give you a hug.
While it may seem heart-wrenching now, time may give things perspective. My mother often reminds me how homesick I was my first summer at Ramah (Berkshires). After complaining for all 4 weeks and asking to come home (phone calls were only for emergencies – guess that’s because they cost real money back then and it was during the stone age so no Internet!), my mother figured I’d never want to go back. So along comes November and my friends start talking about going and I ask my mom why we didn’t get anything from Ramah about the upcoming summer. She tells 9 year old me that the mail had come and she had thrown it out! I was so mad. Of course I wanted to go back – I had a great time! Yes, I didn’t like the girls in my bunk or my counselors, the smell behind the Hadar Ha’Ochel was deadly, I was afraid of swimming in the lake, I didn’t want to play sports…. but I had a great time! And I returned for 7 more summers!
So hold on, it may be bad now, but it could also turn into one of her best experiences too!
You are both right. The camp tells me she is doing much better, has gotten into the rhythm and is happy… we’ll see if that is the version I get at visiting day. My brother reminded me that we all choose to “find the fun” once we are told that going home just isn’t an option to think about any longer!
So even though I know it is all true, it has definitely been Ima growing pains for me.
Miriyummy, I feel the hugs…
hi,
while i am sure your daughter has adjusted and it having a great time this post resonated me for one simple reason. many many years ago i too went to sternberg and honestly while i adjusted and stuck it out i too hated it. the camp was just not a good fit for me. admittedly i haven’t read your blog and dont know your familys haskafah etc… i just wanted to throw my two cents in and suggest looking at a different camp for next summer 🙂 (i switched to moshava and even as a frummy brooklyn girl myself had a wonderful camp experience:) ) I hope to be very wrong though and would love to hear that she had the time of her life and cant wait to go back.
best of luck!
Hello Sarah,
Welcome. : ) I have no plans to send her back. I don’t see the value in making someone return to a place they tried and didn’t like, but I do separate this out from “sticking with” something, seeing it through, and rising to the challenge. I hope you read my visiting day post. It is interesting that what she dislikes is being told what to do with her time all day. Had it been the kids or the camp itself that was bothering her I might have responded differently, but she wants the unusual amounts of freedom and independence she enjoys both at home and at school. I think it will be very good for her to adapt to the structure. At the same time, I don’t think she will choose to voluntarily have to live with the structure of any sleepaway camp again in the future.
Stay tuned for the end of camp update!