Today’s drop-off was a family affair. My oldest son even helped Cam with his suitcase (which made me proud).

Today, we dropped off our youngest son, Cam, at church camp. It’s the first time he’s been to camp and it’s definitely the longest he’s ever been away from us.

I’m not excited about it at all.

You would think that I would be overjoyed about being down one kid for three nights.


I don’t like being away from my kids for any extended period of time (more than 24 hours). Over the past 10+ years, I’ve learned that parenting is a vicious circle. When I’m with my kids and getting frustrated, I start looking forward to my time alone. But when I’m away from the kids, all I think about is when I’ll see them again.


Cam picked out his own bed. He went for the top bunk.

I’m blown away by how big Cam is getting. He didn’t seem fazed at all that he was going to be somewhere without us. By the time we finally left, I think he was ready for us to go.

Cam is going to be away for three nights. I know he will be fine but that doesn’t make it any easier. I have faith that he’s going to find his way, have a wonderful time and make some new friends.

As my kids get older, there are going to be more moments like this. We have to let our kids go. It’s part of life.

I just wish it didn’t suck so bad.

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