Yesterday I dropped my oldest off at Scout Camp. He's 9.5 now, and while he's been on plenty of sleep over's, the longest I've ever been away from him is when I was in the hospital delivering his brothers. So that being said, yup, I cried, I admit it.
I knew we'd have to do a bit of walking around in the pouring rain at drop off, and it was during the time of the little ones nap, so I conned my friend into keeping the younger two at her place for that time. I was having this vision of the youngest being all he could be because we'd be skipping nap, while the middle one cried about not wanting big brother to go, while we trudged thru the mud and rain... all with me biting my lip so I don't cry too, and figured going alone was a much better idea!
He was so excited, although a bit nervous I could tell. He gets clutzy when he is anxious, starts getting kinda spastic... he managed to drop his brand-new-3-seconds-ago-issued-camp-shirt into the mud, and then about 2 min later slipped in the wet grass as well. I had to be all cool, like it was just no big deal at all for me to drop off my 1st born, to sleep in a tent, alone, having zero communication, and head off.... fa-la-la-la, have fun kiddo! And I did.... but pulling out of the camp I was staring hard at him, almost willing him to spin around and wave but he didn't. *sigh* He's so grown up.
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