There was a movie I loved when I was younger, it was called Heavy Weights. I didn't really struggle with weight when I was young, and although I knew the camp was about kids at fat camp, I ABSOLUTELY WANTED TO GO. I wanted to stay in a cabin, swim in a (dirty) lake, and stay up all night with my friends. Hiding junk food in crazy places within our cabin would have been quite awesome too :)
Now I have a son. He's five years old and he went to camp today. FOR THE FIRST TIME! Thankfully, my friend and neighbor allowed her five year old to go too, and I think amidst the chaos of checking in we both had doubts. Are the boys safe? Kids are EVERYWHERE. The counselors looked like babies. One of our boys' counselors has braces!!! OMG. I know I'm 33 now, but goodness, that made me feel 65!
In the Jeep on the way to camp, my little asked if he was spending the night. No. Thank goodness! I'm not ready for all of that. But, as I watched him enter the big auditorium once the doors opened (after running back a few times for hugs he knew I needed :), bouncing/dancing with a friend, and later as I drove away, I began to wonder if I was ready for it all. Mama growing pains.
Thank you for blessing me as a mommy. This morning I pray for safety, and most of all, open ears, eyes and hearts so these sweet boys can hear and learn your word and know you better.