This weekend I dropped my eldest son off at Boy Scout camp for the first time. He’ll be gone for a week.
Prior to leaving, I hadn’t really thought about it much, but I know the boy had been. I asked him how he was feeling.
“Good,” he said.
“Nervous?” I asked.
“A lot,” he replied.
I smiled, ruffled his hair a little and told him he’d be just fine. I don’t know if it eased any of his worries. I hope it did.
Later, when it was time for me to leave him at camp, it hit me.
That feeling in your gut. It was then I knew how the boy was feeling leading up to that moment.
As he was about to walk off with his troop to start his week away, I pulled him close.
“I love you, son,” I said and kissed him on his forehead.
“Love you too,” he said and joined his group.