The Village Free School does as All-School Sleepover each year, and this year’s is tonight. Our kids have never been on a sleepover; although the neighbor kids have multiple times brought up the idea, they’ve always wanted to stay at our house, and Dave and I vetoed. I think they imagine staying up really late and playing like crazy, but both Dave and I love our sleep and have little interest in making more (and later) work for ourselves.
Ryan was uninterested in the Village Free School sleepover — in fact, he steadfastly refused to consider it even with Nathan’s talking it up — but Nathan was excited. So tonight I dropped him off with sleeping gear and a bag full of snacks and stuffed animals. I stayed through the orientation (he was clearly a little nervous and wanted to be in my lap) but left immediately afterwards. They were already gathering for a trek to a park, and there was a massive game of hide-and-go-seek purported to happen later. He’ll be fine.
I drove back feeling weird and nostalgic and with sympathetic nerves. On the one hand I’m totally excited for him and proud of him, as whenever he embarks on an adventure. On the other hand this is the first time he’s ever slept away from us, and that feels weird. Wasn’t he just a little baby, Mica’s age, still snuggling into our bed at night? How did that change?
And when I got back, as I expected, Ryan was sad — he wished he’d gone too. Next year, love.