The Boy left for camp today. He’ll be gone until next Saturday. I’m not sure how I feel about that. Typical parental concerns: on the one hand, I love seeing him grow up, seeing him not only willing but excited about a week away from us. Not that he’s excited about being away from us, per se, but rather that he’s excited to be going to camp and the prospect of being away from us for a week doesn’t worry him or dampen that excitement.

On the other hand, I know how situations like that can stress him out. Or could stress him out. Perhaps he’s growing out of it, but I’m not: I’m still stressed about him being gone. Not about him being gone, but not being in the near vicinity to keep an eye on things.

“You can’t be there for them all the time. You have to let go.” That’s the common wisdom. The common parental expectation.

But that doesn’t always allay the worries…