I Let My Friend Drive My 10-Year-Old Daughter to Summer Camp – A Few Hours Later, the Camp Administrator Called and Said, ‘I Think You Need to Come Here. It’s About the Man Who Brought Her’

Within twenty minutes, we had a plan.

Greta and the other girls would be placed in separate cabins and activity groups.

Staff would know about the conflict.

Counselors would watch their interactions carefully.

Each family would handle consequences for its own child.

And Greta’s retaliation would not be excused simply because she had been hurt first.

I took Greta into the hallway.

Then I crouched in front of her.

“I’m going to ask you one question.”

She wiped her nose.

“If those girls weren’t here, would you still want to stay at camp?”