Natalie just got back from Bible Camp up at Lake of The Woods. In the five days she was at camp, Nat showered once. I noticed that after stepping out into the rain on the way home and returning to the car after a pit stop - I smelled wet dog. I'm not naming names - but- yikes.
(Can you imagine the poor counselor in their cabin? Ten adolescent girls in one cabin - and they've showered maybe once the entire five days. P.U.)
I dumped out her laundry and started washing away. I found her sleeping bag. There at the bottom of the bag was the flannel blanket I made her with the inscription "Love, Mom" in the corner. She's pretty independent going to camp, making new friends, and making her own adventures. She still has a need to be reminded that mom loves her!