My boys are going to church camp. Actually three of the four are going. I am a nervous wreck. The last time my boys went on a field trip, there was some kind of accident and I found out about it on the news. Yes…on the news. Thank the good Lord that nothing happened to them, but still… a little gun shy.
I know I complain sometimes about my “me time” or lack there of, as I’m sure most of us busy moms do from time to time; but a whole week…how will I do it? I suppose I could do something constructive like finish a novel…you know, the one I’m writing and perhaps the one I’m reading. Maybe I’ll sleep later and cook less food and even take my youngest son out a time or two while the others are gone. There is no doubt that I will worry, worry, worry and pray, pray, pray until they return safely into our waiting arms.
So I am glad that they will be having a lot of fun, playing games, competing in sports and worshiping with their peers. But truth be told, motherhood has been the greatest reward of this turbulent cycle of life. Although I realize letting go is part of it, I’m glad I still have a little more time to coddle, cuddle and over-protect.
“A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.” Tenneva Jordan.