This morning, I dropped Jack off at school with a mountain of luggage bigger than himself. He's going away to a farm for one night. We had strict instructions on what he had to take: two of everything, basically. Going away for ONE night, they had to take two pairs of trousers, two sets of pajamas, and so on. I would have sent him off with a pair of underpants and a toothbrush. Okay, and a sleeping bag. Not with a pillow and a pair of slippers.
While we were all waving the kids off, there were several mothers and grandmothers who were crying their eyes out because their babies were going away for one single night. All the children are between five and seven. Only one child was crying. She'd never slept over anywhere before.
I just don't get the crying. Are they worried something is going to happen to them? I get that, but surely that could happen anytime - why cry now? Are they going to miss them? They're back tomorrow afternoon. No, I don't understand. Parents really come in all shapes and sizes.