Two weeks ago we dropped our kids off at camp, three provinces away, for a month long stay. Today I received a letter from our son and it instantly reminded me of the feelings I had when we said our final goodbyes before leaving him with his cabin mates. Like many boys, he finds being away from home challenging, especially in the evenings. He’s honest and open with his emotions in the lead-up to camp and at the actual drop off (when extra hugs are never ending). I tried to provide a sense of strength and positivity by acknowledging his fears and reminding him of the good times ahead but deep inside, I’m a super softie.
Any parent whose kid has gone to overnight camp can relate to this. Thanks very much Camp Ponacka and Camp Tanamakoon…
We are continually wondering if there is anything in the mail for us from the kids.
As they are 3.241.3km away, and we live in a mountain town where mail can take a while to get through the snowy pass and past ornery big horn sheep, there have been more days of nothing than something. Last week however we received the following (I’d misplaced it and just found again today), which is quite simply the best piece of mail I’ve ever received.
On the back was written:
Today I almost died. The day, August 4th, I was on a cook out and the horse got stung by a bee and freaked out and I fell off and got stood on my knee and got dragged and I thought I was going to die. I really really thought I was going to die. – Love Ben
I absolutely love the drawing. The placement of the bee, the motion of the fast running horse, the position of my son. I do wonder however, why he’s drawn himself in what looks suspiciously like a prison jump suit…
It’s fair to say three kinds of breakfast cereal, homemade granola, toast, bagels and fruit won’t ever compete with a noisy mess hall and a never ending parade of french toast, pancakes and cinnamon buns. Thanks a lot Camp Ponacka.