Last year my 8-year-old son went
to summer camp. It was the first time he had been away from home for more than
a night. An hour after he left, I missed him. By the time I went to bed, I
found myself wandering into his bedroom, just to feel close to him. As the days
passed, I wrote to him daily. Each hour dragged as I'd wait for the mailman,
hoping and praying for just one letter from him. By that point I missed him so
much, I began to imagine what he might write to me. I fantasized I'd receive a
letter something like this:
Dear Mom,
Thank you so much for letting me
go to camp. I have learned so many cool things, like how to take a fish off the
hook, tie sailing knots, and even how to groom a horse. Thanks for packing the
sunscreen. I've been out on the lake a lot, so it has really come in handy. You
sure think of everything! Since it's been so hot, I've been drinking tons of
water! See? I really listen to all your good advice.
The other boys here are really
smart and nice. I'm making some lifelong friends I will cherish forever. We've
had fun learning camp songs, playing cards, and catching frogs in our free
time. During quiet time, I read the book you sent along. What a great
selection! And just because you're my mom, I made a special gift for you in arts
and crafts!
I'm trying a lot of new foods,
just like you suggested. You were right, the oatmeal at breakfast really isn't
bad when I add raisins. And don't worry, Mom, I've been using all the manners
you've taught me over the years.
We are camping under the stars
tonight. I hope to see fireflies.
I love you,
W
xxoo
P.S. Tell my brothers I miss
them!
Yesterday I received a letter.
It's just slightly different from what I imagined:
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