Caleb and Chris on his first day of Boy Scout camp.
The weather has been extremely unpredictable the last few days. The mornings and early afternoons have tended to be clear. Then suddenly the skies darkens and voluminous clouds burst releasing a fleet of liquid pellets. Thunder cracks and lightning bolts streak through the sky. But just as quickly as it started, a sunbeam pierces through the clouds and calmness is restored. Caleb's behavior has mirrored the weather. Calm one minute, the next we're bracing for, or riding out a storm.
This week Caleb is attending Boy Scout camp. First day went wonderful. Chris and Caleb were able to experience all the masculine sports they could handle: archery, bb guns and an array of other male activities. I heaved a sigh of relief. Boy scout camp was going to be a hit, I just knew it!
Day two was not so successful. The day ended with me receiving a litany of grievances related to my son. To say that moment was discouraging would be an understatement. To say that experience was sad would just be wrong. The best word I can use to describe it is "heartbreaking." I remember my pediatrician telling me recently I needed to separate myself emotionally from my children's behavior. At that time I thought, "Can anyone really do that?" I certainly can't. Today was a prime example.
I talked to his camp counselor further this evening. We brainstormed ways to make camp a successful experience for Caleb and everyone else. I hope tomorrow the weather stays calm and consistent, and Caleb follows suit!