He's always been my most independent...by far. First day of preschool, not a tear. First day of kindergarten, barely a glance back as he walked on the bus. First day of elementary school, ran through the doors.
As this summer approached, I thought he might be ready for a night or two away at camp. We were lucky enough to know about a camp in Crown Point, IN called Camp LRCA (our church supports the camp and we've know about it for several years). Being that it's only an hour away and the camp for his age was just three nights, I had assumed he'd be totally thrilled to go. When we first talked about it, he was very excited and even more so because his best friend, Alec, was going too. About a month before camp, however, he grew quite nervous and unsure. We talked about it a lot and I convinced him (because I knew without a doubt) that he'd love it!
He was a bit hesitant when we dropped him off, but having Alec there made it so much easier. From Sunday evening until Wednesday afternoon, we had no contact with him and it was MUCH harder than I expected it to be! At pickup on Wednesday, he was all smiles and talked the entire way home about how much fun he'd had. He said that he was a little sad on the first night, but Alec helped him feel okay. By the next day, he was just fine and he definitely enjoyed the entire experience!