
My oldest son is leaving me for the first time in his life.
He's only 11, and what we're talking about is Camp KEEP.
This is the season when many of our local fifth and sixth graders are heading over to the Central Coast where they will spend 5 days exploring and learning as part of the Kern Environmental Education Program, which is run by the Kern County Superintendent of Schools Office.
He's very excited. A true outdoors kid, much like his dad (the outdoors and kid part), Diego is looking forward to hanging out with his classmates and some school helpers and exploring nature at its best.
This is a big deal in our family as it's the first time he will be staying away from his home. Sure, he's spent ONE night here and there at his cousin's house, but this is on a much larger scale. Five days. Technically, it's only four nights, but that's almost a week! A week without hugging my son, kissing his cheek before he goes to bed or heads off to school in the morning, having talks over dinner, hearing about his day at school, and watching him play around with his three other brothers. The little ones will miss him, too. The second oldest will miss not being able to pick on his brother.
I didn't go to Camp Keep as a kid but I do see this as an amazing learning opportunity for him. And I understand that mommy can't always by her son, watching every move he takes, just like my husband tells me. (But I wish I could!)
Yes, I understand that this is his chance to be independent, make new childhood memories and explore the outdoors with his circle of friends (of course, with some great Camp KEEP and school officials around to make it fun and educational).
But I'll still be counting the days.