I was starting to feel guilty about how I am still so very numb that I wasn't feeling like I missed Matt and Evan enough while they were at camp. The truth is that I have been enjoying the simplicity of only dealing with one kid at home. Last summer, when I was chomping at the bit to send the boys off because it had been a difficult year, I turned around by day 4 of their camp adventures and felt like I couldn't breath until all my chicks were back in my own nest. This summer, well, I don't really feel anything. Except I am kind of appreciative of the fact that they are around people who are not walking around in some kind of emotional daze.
But then today we hopped into the car to visit Matt today for his visiting day and by the time we reached the sleepy little town we drive through on our way in, I was shaking I was so anxious to see him. And then I had to fight back the tears. And I wold calm myself down. And then I'd tear up again. Until finally we got to his camp and because it was raining all the kids were waiting in their bunks but the camp asked us to check in and pick up some info packet first. And I could not wait another second so I left the husband to pick up the forms and ran all the way across the campus to get to Matt's bunk.
And then I gave him the biggest hug I could. And then I hugged him again. And because Matt is pretty much used to me being an emotional wreck, and is amazingly tolerant of my never ending melodramatic roller coaster ride he hugged me back. And he looked so good to me. (With the one exception of the total rat's nest of knotted hair on the back of his head that I managed to brush out using about 1/2 a bottle of detangler and taking a good 25 solid minutes to do so. You should know that the front of his hair was somewhat presentably brushed) And he was so relaxed and sweet. We took him to the movies, and out to lunch. The shopping for some new sunglasses. Matt didn't know that you couldn't carry your sunglasses around in your pants pocket. He knows now! And at the same time, I picked up the detangler and did the deed (brush out) in the mall parking lot so as not to embarrass Matt in front of his camp friends.
Speaking of camp friends, we were sitting with Matt right before we left and heard "MAaaatt!" and a girl ran over to Matt, who was seated at the time, and wrapped her arms around the top part of him, while pressing her bosom over his face. My baby boy's face was smothered in bosom. I was ... astonished. Uh .... Yup, astonished fits. Matt tells me they hang out sometimes and are just friends. I wonder if Matt is aware of the not entirely subtle hints that girls give to guys they "hang out" with. Hmmm.
Smothered in bosom. We've all been there.
Posted by: danelle | July 06, 2008 at 11:59 PM
glad that you got to see your boy and have a nice visit... and meet some extremely friendly friend of his. :)
xoxox o
Posted by: jenn | July 09, 2008 at 12:05 PM
Okay, I really enjoy reading about Matt. He seems like a great kid. But I'm with Danelle. HE NEEDS TO CUT HIS HAIR. Seriously..... Show him this comment. PLEASE!?!
Posted by: Laura | July 10, 2008 at 11:02 PM
You know, I always said my kids could do what ever they wanted as long as it wasn't permanent. Now that has come back to bite me in the ass. You wouldn't believe the way Matt's peers fawn over his hair. Guys and girls. I'll just have to wait it out- or I figure he'll go off to college, not have me around for damage control and go for a low maintenance buzz or something. I'm more worried about the serious teen aged arenas for disaster than I am about his hippie hair. Besides, I secretly enjoy the agita it causes the extraordinarily mainstream conformist husband!
Posted by: clickmom | July 11, 2008 at 08:00 AM