I haven't been in weeks...maybe you have missed me and maybe you have not. Either way...I have missed you. Just taking a break and all that.
But today, after dropping off my almost-13yo at church camp for the week, I realized that the whole day made me pause and be thankful for so many things.
|Waiting for his friend to arrive...isn't he so handsome? I might be biased, but probably not...|
And like I said, because I am short on time, I shall (try to be) succinct.
Wish me luck.
I am thankful that:
- My older child will be 13 on Tuesday (yes, we are missing the chance to celebrate him on his actual birthday...but we celebrated before he went, lest you be concerned), and the testosterone is strong in that one. All this to say: we are a little thankful to have a break from that this week.
- I didn’t get lost on the way there or the way back…which is kind of a big deal b/c I am directionally-challenged. And my ability to navigate it was without the assistance of Mr. AR…he usually asks me before I drive somewhere unfamiliar (or maybe even a familiar place…don’t judge) if I know where I’m going. And then he makes sure the route I am planning is the most expeditious. His brain is kind of full lately…but I’m choosing to believe he just had confidence in me.
- It was daylight both directions.
- And no deer jumped out in front of me and killed me and/or my child.
- And the weather was absolutely PERFECT...but will be hot this week, so I am thankful that the boys have air-conditioning in their cabins. Not that I ever had A/C in my cabin at church camp...I think that's a little soft. But I don't blame them...I'd take air if I had it too. And at no extra charge...bonus.
- And that when we arrived and we were waiting for my son’s friend to arrive, we saw a boy we know from home who attends our church. My son doesn’t know him well, but I think he will by the end of the week, as they were assigned to the same group. Fingers-crossed it’s the beginning of a friendship and not the opposite, b/c one never knows about these things and could always go the other way.
- I could listen to my own music selection all the way there…I had hoped to chat with my son, but he had his phone and was listening to iTunes on his headphones. *sigh*…so I’m choosing to be positive…I listened to the music stylings of the 1980’s and he complained nary a bit (only b/c he could not hear it).
- I had to take him by myself…I was
not thankful for that. At the same time as the scheduled camp drop-off, there
was (in the opposite direction from our
house…of course) a party to celebrate my husband’s aunt and uncle’s 50th
wedding anniversary, and my husband’s cousin and his wife’s 25th
anniversary…and my husband took his mother b/c she can no longer drive (see, I
told you he’s nice….yeah, my husband! He brings me trash and takes his mother places she wants to go...what a guy.) But while I was at the camp, my husband
texted some pictures to me…of my 11yo son with a snake around his neck. Apparently
they had a group come in like “Silly Safaris” to entertain the troops with various animals. Because what else says "long happy marriage" other than "snakes around the necks of the guests"? Regardless, I am
thankful that I missed that part. “Snakes! Why did it have to be snakes?!?” (reference anyone?)
- The almost 13yo realized as we arrived at camp that he had neglected to bring his hair products…not shampoo. Supposedly he brought shampoo (I didn't check...some lessons are learned the hard way, boys and girls)…I am referring to STYLING products. Whatever, Dude. I’m not sure why thtis is in this list; I am not at all excited about it b/c it means he is growing up and (dare I say it? Noticing girls?!?) …but when I told him that he needed to exercise self-control if, while at camp this week, he met the girl of his dreams. He responded with, “Mom, that’s just gross.” So I’m still not sure where we are on that whole thing. But I did not make sure he had hair products, so if the girls of his dreams is there, she’ll have to fall in love with a boy with stick-straight hair.
- I can email the boy. And the camp will print it out and give it to him at mail call. Wahoo…I can email every day…multiple times a day even. And it won’t cost me a dime. Best part...double Wahoo! He will be thrilled too, I’m fairly sure.
Bonus: I didn’t cry…yet. The evening’s not over yet. I had feared the worst…like sobbing in the car most of the way home. Turns out the idea of leaving him was worse than the leaving. But I might cry when I go to bed b/c frankly this mama doesn’t do so great when all her chicks aren’t in the nest. I’m working on it…if I weren’t, he would not have gone to camp.