Bueller. Bueller. Bueller?
I’m here, I swear. This summer has brought a lot of change to our routine and while I’ve been planning some posts in my head, actually sitting down to get them out has been less important than getting my kids out of the house and into the water! But I’m here, and feeling guilty about not actually being here.
Today is a huge day in our family — at least I think it is. Today my son gets to go on what I hope will be a life changing adventure that he dreams about repeating every summer. Today, Salem is going to camp! Are you sick of me talking about camp yet? Sorry. I’m at it again. We are about two hours out from leaving, his stuff is packed, his brother has faked excitement and tears at the thought of being an only child for five days, and Salem can’t stop bouncing up and down, smiling with pure anticipation of what’s ahead.
I have had to remind myself that he is going to experience it differently than I did, mostly because he’s a boy and about a thousand times less emotional than his mom (who, in spite of her best efforts, still cried during the Lego Movie.), but still, it’s camp! Countless adventures to be had, new friends to make, hopefully some solid influence from a teenaged counselor who loves Jesus and kids . . . Seriously, I think I might be more excited than he is, but he’d totally say that’s not true.
I used to dream about this day, for real. The only thing is that in my dreams, Salem was going to the camp I went to. That’s where some of the sadness is from. I had it all planned. We’d go spend 2 weeks in Canada, and for one of those weeks, the boys would be at camp. Putting all of that aside, though, I’m SO thankful that the Father has prepared a way for Salem to be able to go to camp period, and well, it makes sense for him to go to camp here. Here is where we are after all (yes, after 8 months I’m finally ready to accept that fact).
I am praying that he has an amazing time that he will never ever forget. I’m praying that he makes friendships that will be meaningful, and mostly I’m praying that the Father touches his heart in a new way, that he experiences the Holy Spirit like never before and comes home with a deeper understanding of who God is. Those are the three treasures that I always came home from camp with. I’m so ridiculously nostalgic and emotional about sending him to camp. Okay, I’m pretty nostalgic and emotional about basically everything, so this is no surprise to anyone, but really, this is a big deal. A really big deal, and I just can’t wait to hear all the stories he’s going to come home with. I really can’t.
Something else I can’t wait for? The day Josiah comes of age, and they both go to camp together and Rocky and I get to actually get to have some grown up time! There will be both tears of sadness and joy when that day comes!