Last summer, my eight-year-old son, Max, attended summer camp for the very first time. It was a big step for him—his first extended stay away from home. Just an hour after I dropped him off, I found myself missing him like crazy! That night, I even found myself wandering into his empty room, just to feel a little closer to him.
Each day, I penned a letter, eagerly awaiting the mailman’s arrival, hoping for a glimpse of his words. My imagination ran wild with visions of what his letter might say. I pictured something like this: