Last night he was fighting back tears cause his stomach ached.
Ty honey, did you poop? Was it diarrhea, are you constipated. Do you feel better now?
He gets all blotchy and red when he's upset.
Are you nervous about tomorrow?
I don't know? Maybe.
It's ok to be nervous, honey. It's normal. Any time you do something that's new and unknown, it's a little scary. But honey, you're gonna get there and start playing your cello and you're gonna be soooo happy. And Devin his little cello friend will be there. You'll probably be in the same group and everything.
But what if I need to go to the bathroom?
Honey, they'll tell you where the bathroom is.
But what if I get lost?
This morning, he woke up excited and nervous.
I was excited and nervous.
We drove to cello camp. It's about half an hour away from home, but only 4 minutes from my office. He was quiet the whole ride. Had a lot on his mind.
We got out of the car and saw lots of nice looking nerdy kids of all ages carrying all manner of string instruments. He spied a little girl with a cello strapped to her back, and grinned from ear to ear.
Got him situated in his first class... "Orchestra"
The teacher seemed nice, Ty seemed OK so I scooted out and headed to work.
Halfway through the 4 minute drive to our office, I realized MY stomach hurt.
I wanted that teacher to say "Aahh, you're Ty... we've heard so much about you... we've been waiting for you... we know you're a cello prodigy... we'll take you under our wing and treat you as our own and will brag about you when you are a soloist at Carnegie Hall..."
That's what I wanted to hear.
But I didn't.
All those kids are brilliant.
That's why they're there.
I was scared for him. I knew he would be fine. And he's only 4 minutes away. But what if he feels insecure? What if he doesn't make friends? What if he can't find the bathroom? What if he's scared or sad or lonely?
He's ALL BY HIMSELF in a foreign land.
And I thought this is how Ms. Moon felt last week when her baby got on a plane to fly off to a mighty big adventure. Alone. Going forth in the world. Without mama.
It's scary when you face something new and unknown. Like sending your baby off to the first day of kindergarten, or middle school. Or cello camp. Or rural Jamaica. Or so much more I'm sure, and I'm not even there yet.
It never ends, does it?
So of course I called him when I knew he was back home. He sounded so happy. And confident. He can't wait to go back tomorrow.
Cello camp. How cool.