Yesterday I dropped K.Z. off at camp. Overnight camp. The kind where you sleep overnight and are not allowed to come home to hug your Mommy. And your Mommy misses you. Even after only 5 hours.
This is K.Z.'s first time going off to a traditional "sleep away" camp. He has camped overnight without us before, but it was one night with family friends and he could have called home to say goodnight should the need arise. That selfish little thing had no need that time.
This camp is a whopping twenty minutes from our house and he is there with his good friend and it is a strong Christian camp ran by the church at which he attends AWANA and he has lots of junk food with him and he really was excited to go, and his Mommy misses him.
Frankly I thought that having my oldest two kids away at the same time would be a bit of a break. C'sa and Iggy get a lot more Momma time and I would be able to take a deep breath. Not so much.
I am not worried about the kids at all. Both of them are in good hands with believers who have the same scruples that we have. I am getting more one on one time with the little ones, but my house is incomplete. Big pieces of this family's puzzle are missing and it is odd.
One of the 8,532,487,003 reasons I chose to homeschool is the fact that I like my kids and I genuinely enjoy spending a lot of time all together (no worries, I love them too, but I really, truly, like them). Having them educated at home affords tons of family time that is so very fleeting. I love the fact that they are having these adventures, which I think are important, but it leaves a strange dynamic in the house. I believe it is referred to as "quiet". It is bizarre.
Off to tend to the two I have left!