Colin packed up for grade 8 camp on Tuesday night and Wednesday morning we got up early to take him to school. Adam helped by carrying in the very heavy bag and Colin walked in to the foyer of his high school where over 200 grade 8 students were gathered. I stayed with the bag while he found his friends and then he came back to give me a hug, kiss and to say he loved me. Right there in the middle of the foyer with all those kids. Made a mother's heart sing! I stayed outside the school talking to another mom and then left as I watched the boys enter the gym to get organized for camp. And then Colin was gone for three days.
And so life went on for us...wondering what Colin was doing and hoping that he was having fun and being safe! I got a little pang each evening as I said goodnight to Adam and walked by Colin's empty bedroom and his spot at the dinner table was empty and quiet. We sure missed his energy around the house.
I arrived at the school early on Friday to pick him up, not wanting to have him wait. As I pulled into the parking lot, the stream of school buses started to come in. Colin was tired and was happy to hand over his heavy bag to me. On the drive home as he enjoyed a welcome home slurpee, I heard stories about the camp leaders how much fun he had at the dance and how the rock climbing was really good and authentic. He thought that camp was awesome (just like the sign says).