Letting go..Freshman Camp

"When their kids were turned eighteen, they'd be on their own, making their own mistakes and being held accountable. But you were not the kind of child I could let fly into the world. After all, what if you fell? And what would happen to you when I wasn't around to catch you anymore?"
Jodi Picoult -Handle With Care

E's university does a four day retreat for Freshman. It's four hours away from my house at a camp ground. She wants to go. I want her to go, but this is not an easy decision.
Four days is eight doses of medication. Two or three missed doses stand between her and the hospital. So we have a child who does not like taking her meds. But we have an adult who needs to go out on her own and do things without me hovering over her all the time.
I worry. I'm a mother-it's my job. There are no cell phones. I can't call her twice a day and remind her, beg her, cajole her to swallow those pills. If she doesn't, who is going to recognize she's manic amongst 50 excited freshmen who may also not be sleeping or jumping around or overly exuberant? What if she decides that the camp ground has plenty of tall trees she can climb and fly out of? What if she decides to walk for nine hours straight? Where would she end up?
I worry because it's my job and then I worry some more that it's not fair to make this someone's else's problem. Do I call the camp staff and tell them "Hey, she might become manic and she's not completely in touch with reality when she does. Have fun with that." Then I have to worry about stigma "We can't take her. We can't have someone mentally ill here."
But ultimately, this is E's problem. E has to have chances to separate, to manage this illness on her own, to realize the consequences of her actions, to make her mother see that she is not my little girl anymore.

Letting Your Children Go, So They Can Grow