or in G's view the mouth of the lion's den. She has been begging me not to make her go, but she needs to, and I am sure it will be different this year. I dropped her off this morning, and sure enough she started crying. I picked her up and carried her to a quiet corner to hold her, just to reassure her. I prayed over her for courage, and by the time I left she was playing connect 4 with a little girl who was 6 1/2 (her introduction of herself was about her bday being in October). G and I both thought she was older, but turns out G is not the youngest one this year.
I reminded G of all the things she would be able to do that she loved doing last year like paper cuts, working with clay, abacus, writing in Chinese. I told my mom yesterday that my sympathy was gone over her not wanting to go, but I don't like leaving her crying. Praying for a better day tomorrow and a wonderful busy first day today.
You should have heard the stories G was spinning about how bad camp was last year and the number of bullies she encountered there. She can sure make up stories. What a great imagination. Now I need to redirect it to positive output rather than trying to get out of doing what she needs to do.