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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.

“Scared?”

“A little.”

“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.

As I walked away, I grew sad.  My Robin was becoming Nightwing.