Finn is gone this next week to spend time with his Mom’s family in Boston. I’m headed down there at the end of the week to pick him up and see my daughter who will be getting back from her pre-college program. We are so going to see Guardians of the Galaxy on Friday night!!!
The two of us had a great week together. A good combination of down time and little adventures. From our car conversations to watching him interact with others, as I’ve alluded to before, he came back home from camp a more mature and aware
little boy young man.
Some of the changes are small tangible things: helping out with something without being asked, more open to different foods, and singing out loud much more (which I love). What underlies these small things is a self-confidence and sense of self that wasn’t there before. That’s not to say he didn’t have any, but his level of awareness of who he is and the world around him is evident in how he carries himself now.
I really wasn’t sure how this experience would impact him. My greatest fear was that I was putting him into situation he wasn’t ready for yet (he was the youngest kid at camp) and he would be traumatized by it. The first five days or so of camp sounded like they were rough - lots of homesickness. But then…it just happened. He got past it and had one of the best experiences of his life so far. When his mom and I picked him up last week, it was clear he had made incredible connections with other kids and adults. When we were leaving at least 20 kids came up to say good-bye to him (the camp is only 40 kids). So many hugs and tears…quiet words exchanged in each other’s ear…so much appreciation and acceptance.
Luckily…he gets to go back for a couple days the week after next to hang out with them again (2nd session is happening right now). As a parent, I truly couldn’t be more proud of him and thankful for the experience he had.