Remember Christmas morning? That’s what it feels like for me today. In just over 12 hours, my son will be home from camp.
I’m sure you’re sitting there reading this and asking “Is this guy still going on about his kid being away from camp?”. Damn right I am. If that makes me a softy, that’s perfectly fine with me.
This has been such a heartbreaking and sad week while also being an amazing experience for him and a fantastic learning experience for me. I have learned more about myself and my son in the last 4 days that I have in the last year.
Earlier in the week when I was in pre-meltdown mode, I wouldn’t even dare step downstairs near his bedroom. Having him away without contact was truly felt like a loss. Today, after a couple days of contact and anticipation of his arrival, I went down to his room, fixed his door like I said I would and played on his PS4 for good measure. I had to make sure it worked when he got home, right? 🙂
Having battled through the emotions of the week, we’re already taking about him going away next year and hopefully, his sisters will join him. I’m confident that I will handle the absence better next time…but I can never be too sure.