This week he’s away at boy scout camp for the first time. Camp Owasippe. The same exact camp I went to when I was his age.
It’s not his first week away. Except for last year he spent a week at Loras the previous 2 years.
The first year he was away he was only 9 yrs old 😐
I’m not sure why but for whatever reason this week away seems different.
It feels like I miss him more than I would have expected. It just feels weird.
Maybe it’s because it’s the same camp I went to and all sorts of memories are coming back to me.
I remember the time sleeping in a old WWII canvas tent with mosquito netting. We needed every edge of the netting closed otherwise more than one mosquito would be buzzing in our ears at night.
Maybe it’s the canoe races. Or the sailing. I don’t remember a whole lot more, however. I do know that I ended up with stitches one year because I decided to run past a fallen tree which caught. Funny though that today my parents don’t even remember this happening. I have the scare to prove it, however.
Well, whatever reason it is I do miss him. Crazy. Fortunately they’re sending some nightly photos of the kids. I can’t tell whether or not he’s having a good time. It’s for sure been hot out these past couple of days. But I’d really just love to get on a call with him and hear about his day. I guess I have to wait until the end of the week for that …
In the meantime I was able to spend some extra time with her today.
I took her and a friend to a store on the north side then we grabbed a to-go lunch at a old dining spot in Lincoln Park followed by a visit to the WNDR museum. We don’t often do things just the two of us. Despite her having a friend with it was still nice to spend time with her.