by Emma Brockes on (#6DGQ6)
I once scoffed at the idea of empty nest syndrome'. Now I scour camp photos like a homicide detective, on the lookout for scowls or sunburnOn Sunday I dropped off my kids at camp and, all going well, I won't see or hear from them for two weeks. This wasn't part of my plan for the summer. Sleepaway camp, a staple of American childhood, isn't in my background and the whole idea of it filled me with dread. At their age - eight - I would have hated it, I'm sure, being sent away and forced to have fun. But my children aren't me and they pushed and pushed until finally last week I gave in. So there they are, at a lake in New Jersey, and here I am, in New York, alone.It should be good for all of us, this period of detachment. Unless you favour the Edwardian model and ship off your kids to boarding school as long-range training for ruining the country, parenting young children is intense. Single parenting, in the absence of immediate family, can feel - in my case, as a single parent of twins - like being one person divided into three.Emma Brockes is a Guardian columnist based in New York Continue reading...