tidbit from life
My 14-year-old has been in an overnight camp for 2-1/2 weeks now. He tried an overnight camp once before, and the experience was not salutary, but that was 3 years ago. Early reports this time around indicated that things were going much better: on the fourth day, "zero on a scale of one to ten" was his answer to my text, "How homesick are you?" Good roommate, good RA, great teacher. (It's an academic camp at Northwestern, with each student taking a single course.) But today the tide turned somewhat. We got a text from him that he was overtaken by a sudden bout of misty tendresse for the old h. sweet h. The cause? His roommate had played "Cat's In The Cradle" by Harry Chapin. Hm. I don't believe that three-handkerchief girlie-man classic has any relation to our home scene. But it may be time for a fresh look inward.
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"It's sure nice texting with you, dad/ It was sure nice texting with you"
oohhh! Cat's In The Cradle". I'll have to add that to the mix I'm making for my Dad called "Songs to make the old man cry" It's interesting to see that kids still get homesick even though they are only as far as a text message or a skype.
We don't do summer camp in the UK - that's why parents here get bug-eyed and stressed and start hating teachers (even more) for six weeks.