Tomorrow begins the 5th year of Camp Nana in Tucson, formerly known as Camp Grandma in Leesburg for 2 years. It will be a short day, but for three and a half hours this tiny house will be filled with laughing and talking and some “he took my paper and she knew I was going to use that one!”. It will be loud and full of questions and quiet storytime and messy. Connor, Ginny, Max and Abby will participate in all things rainbows.
Rainbow art. Rainbow reading. Rainbow snack. Maybe some rainbow songs, if there is time.
And then, just as fast as camp noisy began, 3 of the little ones will be whisked away to a swim meet … another will return to his Vail family and there will be scarcely a trace of the afternoon, save for tissue paper pieces floating around; sticky glue residue on the tables and chairs and bits of snacks abandoned on little plates and something squished on the floor over there. Hmmm.
And as I drag the vacuum out, I will take another look around and picture the sticky fingers and messy faces and as though time had never even passed – I will hear his voice in my mind saying “good job, honey”.