Missing you

what was I thinking sending Ben off to camp. Once again, can't blame anyone but myself, did I think I wouldn't miss him, that it would be a nice break from the cooking and cleaning, that I'd get to speak with him just once for the entire month. Well, the reality has sunk in, there is no talking to your child during camp. Letters yes, a few bunk mails, maybe twice a week, but it's his voice I miss, holding him, my sweet boy. And truly how is he? He must be homesick, I did catch one picture of him and he looked shy sitting in that canoe with his cabinmates. I want to send him a message that if he's not happy he can come home. That was the bargain, that after two weeks he could decide.