Saturday, June 25, 2011
Confession: I'm saddened how easily my son left for camp this morning. I'm also thankful.
He's usually the sensitive one who cries when he has to be away from us. This morning we put him on the bus for Bible Camp (two hours away). It's the first time he's able to go away by himself. Alone. Except that one of his friends from church was with him. They were sitting together on the bus. Waving to us. Smiling and laughing. No tears. Not on his part, at least.
He'll be seven in two weeks. I guess he's growing up.
His younger brother, however, was crying quite a bit as the bus pulled away. Which is funny in a way since he's gone through two years of being alone with me while his brother is at school. He's been fine the rest of the day, though.
I think the hardest part is not being there to experience everything with him. To encourage him. To protect him. To see his joy.
But I'm grateful he was excited to go to camp by himself (even before his friend from church signed up). I'm grateful I don't have to worry too much about him while he's gone. I'm thankful for the experience he'll have.
I just hope he remembers to bring home all his stuff.