Two of my little chicks have flown the coop. We dropped off Rachel and William for 2 weeks of camp today.
I can't believe my youngest is going to be gone for two weeks. It's one thing to have JC gone for a couple of weeks - no offense, but he's 15. I missed him, but I didn't particularly worry about him. I had faith that he has some basic common sense, nightmares were not an issue, he'd remember to brush his teeth and maintain basic hygiene (well, he's a teenage boy. Mostly basic hygiene.). William? I am sure the counselors will have him brushing his teeth and at least walking through the shower periodically, they tend to do those things as a cabin. But his common sense is still developing, and not even a week ago he showed up in our room in the middle of the night after a nightmare. And William is still cuddly with Mom. JC, not so much.
But he was very much, "bye, see you later" when we left. No weeping with that one.
Even Rachel, who's entered the moody and sometimes oddly clingy pre-teen years, gave me an "aren't you gone yet?" when I went back to give her the water bottle she'd left in the car.
I'm quite sure William will be fine, it's just weird that he's older than I think he is. Hazard of the youngest child, I guess.