Like kids all over America this summer, my youngest son is spending a week away at camp. It's the first time he has been away without his brothers. It's been terribly quiet around here. I've been thinking about him constantly and crossed my fingers that he'd send me at least one letter. I missed him so much, I began to imagine what he might write to me. I fantasized that I might receive something like this:
Thank you so much for letting me go to camp. I have learned so many cool things, like how to take a fish off the hook, tie sailing knots, and even how to groom a horse. Thanks for packing the sun screen. I've been out on the lake a lot, so it has really come in handy. You sure think of everything! Since it's been so hot, I've been drinking tons of water! See? I really listen to all your good advice.
The other boys here are really smart and nice. I'm making some lifelong friends I will cherish forever. We've had fun learning camp songs, playing cards, and catching frogs in our free time. During quiet time, I read the book you sent along. What a great selection! And just because you're my mom, I made a special gift for you in arts and crafts!
I'm trying a lot of new foods, just like you suggested. You were right, the oatmeal at breakfast really isn't bad when I add raisins. And don't worry, Mom, I've been using all the manners you've taught me over the years.
We are camping under the stars tonight. I am hoping to see some fireflies.
I love you,
P.S. Tell my brothers I miss them!
Yesterday I received a letter from him! It's just slightly different from what I imagined: