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The evening before Boy Scout Camp July 26, 2008

Filed under: Life's Musings — Angie S. @ 8:13 am

Well, here it is. It’s the evening before my 13 year old son leaves for Scout camp. I don’t know who looks forward to it more him or I. He waits all year to get there and set up camp. From there he gets to have bonfires, play water wars and have sand sculpture contests. He gets to shoot a shotgun and pull back a bow. There’s merit badge classes, skits, and games. I on the otherhand am excited to do the things I don’t normally do when my youngest is home. So many options! I could go to a movie with my friend Lori, or finally have those birthday margaritas my cousin Janeen and I have been waiting 8 months to drink. I could even have a real date night with my husband! But the same thing happens every year. By Tuesday I’m moping around because I miss him and the sunshine and smiles he brings into my life. By Wednesday I’m calling him to see if he’s missing me too (and he’s not). And by Thursday night I’m packing my car for an early Friday morning trip to go see him. Oh well, maybe I can do all those things next year when I finally grow up!

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One Response to “The evening before Boy Scout Camp”

  1. boyandgirlscoutsdotcom Says:

    LOL. That’s a great reverse perspective on the homesickness Scouts go through. I had a guy at summer camp who kept asking if he could call his mom and I kept telling him no because the worst thing you can do is let him hear his mom’s voice and then have to go back to his tent. It’s like dangling red meat in front of a starving dog. I don’t like being mean to my boys so I told him no. They survive. Apparently yours survives better than most.


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