I was the brillant one who pushed the idea of Will going to camp for a week. What was I thinking? I have missed him like crazy. It was like living life without thumbs. Nothing felt right. I didn't really know what to do with myself except to wonder what he was up to. I didn't think it would be this way. Up until 2 days before camp, I was making lists of all of the things I could do/get done with just the two girls. Monday, I spent the day moping around the house and doubting the capabilities of a 20 year old to supervise my child for the week. Tuesday was a little easier and so on through the week...until today. I am back to moping. I am counting the hours until I have all my little birds back in the nest and I can rest at night. Being a mother is hard. I push my kids to become independent and fly and yet with each new step, I am saddened to see their childhood slipping into the past.
This photo was taken just before we left Will last Sunday. Tomorrow morning we will find out how things went for him this week. I hope I can send another picture just like this one.
