I’m happy to share that my older son (8 1/2 years) is back with us after a week at sleepover camp. His first time being away from home for more than a night…obviously ours too….and it was “awesome.”
Drop-off was hard but I didn’t cry, and he was excited to get started and ready for us to leave. My little kid (4 years) was fine with leaving him there, which was a relief. We gave him hugs, said we’d see him Saturday, reminded him to write and left. That was a strange feeling.
|Taking a crazy quiz from his senior counselor at drop-off|
It was challenging to not worry about him that week. He had an injury that required a daily visit to the camp health center, so I was able to call there mid-week to check in. I was told he was healing nicely, very happy, and very polite. That made me cry, and relax. I just wanted to know that he was having fun. Then we got this postcard:
What a great kid.
The rest of the week went quickly. I was ready to help his brother count the days until his return but he was handling things just fine. Saturday morning we all went to pick him up, and found a happy kid. He was also tired, his clothes were dirty and mismatched, his teeth were yellow, and by the time we finished saying our good-byes and touring the camp he was starving.
It’s nice to have my family back together again, and we’re enjoying the stories about camp. He’s excited to return next year and I am so glad he was able to have this experience!