Church Camp for the First Time

I took Emma to church camp today. She is finally old enough to go. I'm not sure who was more nervous, she or I. Emma was concerned about who she would hang out with. She doesn't know any of the kids really well, except Parker, but as she told me, "he's a boy, mom". My concerns come from she has never really been gone. I have left before but Emma was still home with Mark or my mom. Now she is the one that is gone and I just sort of wonder "how is she going to", but I know in my heart she will be fine. I remember my first summer church camp experience. It was so crazy. Busy all the time, middle of the night drills, campers from another cabin sleeping with us because they had a skunk. But I really remember how homesick I was and how I missed my mom. In later camps, I didn't have that same homesickness, but that first year, I can still remember how I felt.