Last summer, my eight-year-old son, Alex, embarked on his first adventure away from home, attending summer camp for an entire week. Just an hour after leaving him there, I found myself overwhelmed with nostalgia and longing. That night, I even tiptoed into his room just to feel closer to him.
Throughout the week, I wrote him daily letters, eagerly awaiting each delivery from the mailman. Each hour seemed to stretch endlessly as I imagined what his letters might say. In my mind, I envisioned a heartfelt note that would read something like this:
Dear Mom,
Thank you for sending me to camp! I’ve learned so many amazing things, like how to catch fish, tie sailing knots, and take care of a horse. You were right about the sunscreen, it’s been indispensable while I’m out on the lake. I’ve also been drinking lots of water because it’s super hot. See? I do listen to your advice!
The boys in my cabin are really nice, and I’m making friends for life. We’ve spent our free time singing camp songs, playing cards, and even catching frogs. During quiet time, I read the book you sent—great choice!
I’m trying new foods just like you suggested. The oatmeal for breakfast is actually pretty good with raisins. And don’t worry, I’m using the manners you taught me.
Tonight, we’ll camp under the stars. I hope to see fireflies!
Love you,
A.xoxoP.S. Please tell my brothers I miss them!
The next day, I received a letter from Alex that was, let’s just say, a little different from what I had imagined:
Dear Mom,
Thanks for the extra underwear; I had a little incident. It got on my shoes but luckily not on my pillow. Camp is fun, and I’m a pro at windsurfing and kayaking. I’ve eaten 23 push pops since Monday and I’m determined to beat the record of 37!
I went horseback riding, and the horse in front of me dropped three huge loads. Smoke came off it! It was awesome. Also, I used my toothbrush to dig for worms, but don’t worry! I borrowed one from the kid below me, who can burp the alphabet like me. A kid named Max can do it backwards, and I’m trying to learn that.
We put oatmeal in the counselor’s baseball hat, and it was hilarious. Oatmeal is gross, even with raisins. Oh, and I shot a rifle! Can we get one at home?
Did you know you can light farts on fire? I’ll show you when I get back!
Love,
A.xoxoP.S. Your spaghetti is way better!
P.P.S. Tell my brothers to have lots of fun for Saturday!
This year, I’m sending him a whole book of stamps to keep the letters coming. I can’t wait to see what he writes next!
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In summary, the letters from camp are a delightful reminder of how kids express themselves. While my imagination painted a picture of heartfelt gratitude and adventure, the reality was a candid glimpse into his world filled with laughter, mischief, and a bit of chaos.