This kid is gone to Scout Camp all week. This is his first time because he turned 12 about ten days after last year's camp.
It's been pretty tough for me. I can't believe my Chandler is almost 13. I can't believe he's old enough to go to real Scout Camp, and to stay out there for five days.
It's got me thinking about how it is truly my job, as a mother, to work myself OUT of a job. My job is to prepare my children so that, when their lives take them away from me, they will be ready to care for themselves. To take care of their own needs. To have the skills and confidence to be just fine without me.
But I hate it.