I am on a plane back to Florida, Banyan is safely at Camp Highlands, and I couldn’t be more excited for my boy.
This year I took him directly to the camp bus. When he saw two of his former cabin mates there I thought he would explode with joy. He hopped on the bus with them and hardly looked back–until he remembered to come and say goodbye. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I squeezed his body, now bigger than my own. I made sure the last words he heard me say were, “Have fun!”
Michael is meeting me at the airport with Benjamin so that I can take him up to Gainesville for the week, where he’ll have a camp experience of his own. My sister operates a day camp called The Art of Summer. She fosters a sweet sense of camaraderie and helps the kids create unique and amazing pieces.
While Benji is at camp each day this week, I’ll be working remotely in Gainesville. We’ll come together in the afternoons at Sarah’s house. I’m grateful to offer Benji an independent experience, and grateful that I can be there to hear about each day, and to give him his medicine each night.
We are so fortunate to have such incredible opportunities at our disposal for our sons.