Last summer, my adventurous little boy, Max, embarked on his first-ever summer camp experience. It was a big deal—his first time away from home for more than just one night. Just an hour after I dropped him off, I felt a wave of longing wash over me. By bedtime, I found myself wandering into his empty room, just to feel a connection.
Each day dragged on as I penned letters filled with love and anticipation. I eagerly awaited the arrival of the mailman, yearning for just one letter in return. I couldn’t help but imagine how his letters would read, picturing something like this:
Dear Mom,
Thank you for sending me to camp! I’m learning so many cool things like how to take a fish off the hook, tie sailing knots, and even groom a horse. You thought of everything with that sunscreen—I’ve been swimming so much, it’s a lifesaver! I’m drinking loads of water, just like you said. See, I do pay attention!
The boys in my cabin are super cool and kind. I’m making friends that I’ll keep for life. We have a blast singing camp songs, playing cards, and even catching frogs. During quiet time, I read the amazing book you sent—it was perfect!
I’m trying all sorts of new foods, too. You were right—the oatmeal isn’t half bad with raisins. And don’t worry, I’m using the manners you taught me.
Tonight, we’re camping under the stars, and I can’t wait to see fireflies!
Love you loads,
M.P.S. Tell my brothers I miss them!
But the next day, I received a letter that was, let’s say, a little different than my daydreams:
Dear Mom,
Thanks for packing extra underwear. Let’s just say I had a little accident, but my shoes are fine. Camp is awesome! I’m a pro at windsurfing and kayaking. I’ve eaten more push pops than anyone—23 since Monday! I think the record is 37, and I’m determined to break it!
Horseback riding was hilarious. The horse ahead of me dropped three massive loads, and smoke literally came off it. Epic!
Oh, and I used my toothbrush to dig for worms. Don’t worry, a kid in the bottom bunk let me borrow his. It’s all good! This same kid can burp the alphabet, and I’m trying to learn that too.
We put oatmeal in our counselor’s baseball hat—classic prank! Oatmeal is terrible, though, even with raisins.
I shot a rifle and I’m pretty good! Can we get one at home?
Did you know you can light farts on fire? I’ll show you when I’m back on Saturday!
Love,
M. xoxoP.S. Your spaghetti is still the best.
P.P.S. Tell my brothers to save up some farts for Saturday!
This year, I’m packing a whole book of stamps for him. Can’t wait to see what he writes next!
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In summary, summer camp is a rite of passage filled with unexpected adventures, and letters from camp can be a delightful surprise, whether they’re sweet or hilariously chaotic.