Would someone please put me into a medically induced coma for the next few days? Just wake me up Saturday evening. Around 8 pm.
Because that's when Nathan comes home.
Last Saturday night we put our 12 year old son on a bus for summer camp.
It was his first time.
The camp is 560 miles from our home.
It's supposed to be the Rolls Royce of Boy Scout Camps, and 33 boys from his troop were going together. It looks like tons of fun. It wasn't cheap.
Problem is, he's only made a couple of friends in the troop so far. And both friends opted out of camp this year, leaving Nathan to go it alone.
He didn't really want to go.
He teared up a little.
But we put him on the bus anyway. To go to camp. 560 miles from home. Without a friend.
I need that coma as soon as possible.
Now at this point, there are two types of people reading this post. There's the crowd that's saying: "Dana, cut the cord already. The kid is 12 years old, and Boy Scout camp is fun. HE'LL BE FINE."
And then, there are those of you who are gasping, "What? You made him go to camp? By himself? Are you insane?" You know who you are. And now you're thinking, "Well, how was he when you talked to him?"
Yeah. I haven't talked to him. Did I mention that electronics aren't allowed in camp and there are no phone calls home, unless there's a problem?
So I guess he's fine. "Coma. . . please."
Here's a photo of Nathan and Mike, right before Nathan left for camp. Mike's trying to look more upset than Nathan.
And here's Nathan, texting his friends, letting them know that he'll be offline for the next week.
If it had been up to me, I wouldn't have made him go this year. But Mike thought this was the year -- friends or not. Maybe that's why God gave boys a dad and not just a mom. Dad's look at things in a different way. I suspect my boys need that kind of leadership in their lives.
Just like I need a coma to make it til Saturday.
By last Sunday afternoon, I was toast. And then it hit me. The kids may be unplugged from electronics for the week, but there's no way all those adult leaders checked their iphones at the door.
So I sent off a little email to the Scoutmaster's wife.
"I know that Nathan was kind of (understatement) homesick when he left last night. Could you tell me how he's doing?"
That was ok, don't you think? Low key. Not too desperate.
The next morning she sent me this photo of Nathan having breakfast with a friend.
When I saw this photo, all I could think was, "Cue the deer."
If you're unfamiliar with that expression, here's a little explanation from The Urban Dictionary.
The expression "cue the deer" comes from Funny Farm, in a scene where a couple was showing their home to prospective buyers. The sellers wanted to make their home as attractive as possible. As the potential buyers were approaching the home, Chevy Chase's characters says "cue the deer" into a walkie talkie, and a small deer is released from a cage and scampers across the lawn, charming the socks right off the buyers.
Yep, when I saw this photo, all I could think was, "Cue the smiling kid. Sit him right there next to Nathan, so Nathan's mom will know he's ok."
Nathan looks ok. He's not brimming over with unspeakable joy, but he looks ok enough.
Hopefully his days at camp are so full of swimming, hiking, white water rafting and other outdoor fun that he doesn't have much time to be homesick. And maybe that smiling kid really is his new best friend.
As for me, I'm sure I'll be fine as well. I'm just thinking it would go by so much faster if I could be uncounscious until about 8 pm Saturday night. Suggestions anyone?