Missing My Scout

I am trying to console myself with the thoughts that my son is having the time of his life this week.  He's at Boy Scout Camp for the first time, plus this is his first week away at any type of camp.  He left early Sunday morning, snazzed out in uniform, bleary-eyed but excited.

I had a small boo-hoo festival back in the house as Hubby drove him to meet his troop.  I kept telling myself to shut up and grow up, but the tears kept flowing.  The dogs approached me with sorrowful stares and leaned into me for comfort.  After about five minutes I was better.  I began to mosey on with my chores and got ready for church.

As I prayed in the Chapel I found myself tearing up again as I asked for protection over my family and for those traveling far away.  I'm not sure why, but I always have to remind myself to 'let go and let God' instead of just trusting in Him to take care of what I'm praying for.  Perhaps it's just my control freak nature not to want to let go completely.  Or maybe it's because I have such a hard time trusting.  Probably both.

Here is a picture of one of the scenes my Little Guy is getting to enjoy this week.  He'll be home Friday and I can't wait to hear all about his adventures.  He should be well-versed in Swimming and First Aid by the time he leaves camp.  Hopefully he's taking lots of pictures with his little camera so I can see pictures as he tells me stories.  I'm imagining he's reveling in his new found independence.  And despite my missing him, I'm really proud of him for going.