For the record, I've done way better than I thought I would. I haven't cried. I haven't been staring at his empty bed with a pit in my stomach. I haven't been looking for him around every corner.
I have been sending him a note every evening through the system set up for camp. That has helped me, and I hope he's enjoyed the notes and they haven't made him miss us more.
I have taken some advantage of my freedom. I shopped for a dress for my cousin's wedding, without a time constraint. I visited with an old friend. Hubs and I had a date night and went out for dinner and a concert. On Tuesday we had dinner at 8pm, and it was ham & eggs. We've watched TV that we wanted to watch. Spongebob has not made an appearance.
I haven't gotten as much done around the house as I had hoped, but that's ok.
I haven't been reading letters sent home from Boo, in spite of the self-addressed stamped envelopes and note cards we sent with him. (Do you think he sent any?)
Honestly the first couple of days were fine. I saw how happy he was to be at camp. They took cabin pictures the day the kids arrived, and there was Boo - smiling with a new friend already, arms around each other's shoulders. I loved my own camp days so deeply, and he was clearly so excited. I was (am) happy for him.
|He was so stoked to get started on his adventure!|
I hope he'll be glad to see us. I expect he'll be sad to leave too.
He'll likely be excited to get back to his electronics.
And his pets.
As our friend said at drop-off last week - you will never love your child more than when you pick them up after their time away at camp.
Do you think he'll be too embarrassed when I grab him for kisses?