Ian's at camp

[Guest guest]

Hi everyone,

I just got back a little while ago from taking Ian to camp. He's so happy

to be there, and he couldn't wait for us to leave.

The camp is only 10-15 minutes from here, and it's located where you

wouldn't expect a camp to be, behind some industrial buildings. You drive

through the back of their parking lots, and voila, there's a campground.

They have about 70 kids there this week, 10 in Ian's group of boys 10-13.

Ian's cabin is air conditioned, but there's no door on the bathroom (should

be interesting). There's a miniature golf course, basketball, volleyball, a

swimming pool -- that's just what we could see from where we parked. I felt

for the nurse, who has to deal with 70 kids' worth of multiple medications.

I was teary-eyed in the car coming home, also a little nauseated from the

tension, and I'm sitting here gritting my teeth. In my head I know this is

such a good thing for everyone concerned -- a vacation for the family, and a

good growing up experience for him. But this is my BABY. And when I came

home, I sat at the dining room table for a moment, collecting myself, and I

could hear his little voice, from way back when he first was talking, saying

Mamamamamamamamamama.

I packed some of his favorite books for him, as well as his stuffed dog and

a little man (a Fisher House father from their dollhouse). The cabins have

beds, and that's about it, so he'll be living out of his suitcase. I hope

he knows what to do with everything. I feel rather out of control here, can

you tell?

CK,

Mom to Ian (2/89),

(9/90),

and Rose (6/94)