When we went to pick up our little boys (awww) from camp, I half expected them to be all grown up. They weren’t. But they were extremely, unbelievably dirty. Seriously, I have never seen feet like that. I won’t go on. You don’t deserve the mental picture. Trust me.
So we brought our little boys home and, after long, hot showers, I started to watch and listen. I wanted to figure out what had changed. If anything.
After all, isn’t camp about growing, learning, becoming more independent?
I am starting to see some things. Their beds are neater. They pass the food nicer at the table. They are doing some things themselves that they had asked me to do just a few weeks ago — things like pouring the milk into the Golden Grahams or toasting the waffles.
I also can see that they missed the hugs and kisses. They can’t get enough. (“Just not in front of my friends, Mom!“)
So are they all grown up?
Not even close.
But even seeing the little steps is a little sad. And exciting.
As long as they don’t give up the hugging any time soon.