Last summer, my eight-year-old son, Oliver, attended summer camp for the first time. It was a significant milestone for him, and for me, as it marked the first extended period we would be apart. Just an hour after dropping him off, I found myself overwhelmed by feelings of longing. That night, I wandered into his room, yearning to feel his presence.
Throughout his time at camp, I committed to writing him daily letters. Each day seemed to stretch endlessly as I eagerly awaited the arrival of the mail carrier, hoping for a glimpse of his handwriting. My imagination ran wild with the possibilities of what he might share in his letters.
I envisioned an ideal letter, something like this:
Dear Mom,
Thank you for sending me to camp! I’m learning so many amazing things, like how to catch a fish, tie sailing knots, and care for horses. The sunscreen you packed has been a lifesaver since I’ve been spending a lot of time on the lake. I really do appreciate your thoughtful packing!
The boys in my cabin are great. I’m making friends that I know I’ll keep forever. We’ve enjoyed learning camp songs, playing cards, and exploring the woods together. During quiet time, I’ve been reading the book you sent, and it’s fantastic!
I’m trying new foods just like you suggested. The oatmeal for breakfast is pretty good once I add some raisins. And don’t worry, I’m using the manners you taught me!
Tonight, we’re camping under the stars, and I hope to see some fireflies.
Love you lots,
Ollie
P.S. Tell my brothers I miss them!
The following day, I received a letter from him. It was slightly different from what I had imagined:
Dear Mom,
Thanks for the extra underwear. I had a little accident, but it didn’t get on my pillow! Camp is fun, and I’m getting really good at windsurfing and kayaking. I’ve eaten 23 push-pops since Monday! There are still two days left, and I’m determined to break the record of 37—wish me luck!
I went horseback riding, and the horse in front of me had a huge poop. It was wild! I used my toothbrush to dig for worms—don’t freak out! The kid in the bottom bunk let me borrow his. He’s cool and can burp the alphabet. I’m working on that too.
We even put oatmeal in the counselor’s baseball cap, which was hilarious. But oatmeal is gross, even with raisins.
I shot a rifle and was really good at aiming. Can we get one for home? Oh, and did you know you can light farts on fire? I’ll show you this weekend!
Love,
Ollie
P.S. Your spaghetti is way better.
P.P.S. Tell my brothers to have a lot of fun on Saturday!
This year, I’m sending him a whole book of stamps to encourage more communication. I can’t wait to see what he writes next!
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In summary, letters from camp can reveal the unexpected joys and unique experiences children encounter when they step outside their comfort zones. What I envisioned and what I received were worlds apart, but both showcased the vibrant spirit of childhood exploration.
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