Summer Camp Tomorrow

Sunday we drop our boy scout off to go to camp for a week.
 I remember when our oldest boy went off to camp, we worried about little things, made plans to visit midweek and sent a care package before he left to make sure it arrived while he was at camp. Fifteen years and three more boys later, we plan our own little trips while he's away.  Freed up at last, no responsibility for a week maybe we will just sit at home with some piece and quiet. Maybe an overnight-er on the boat.  The week will go by fast, and there's still the possibility we will visit the last night to attend the campfire.  We will wait expectantly when we drop him off for his last comment.  Sometimes they turn and walk away without saying goodbye, that hurts a little. sometimes they are all hugs and I miss you. I expect it will be something like this, " Bye mom, don't forget to feed my fish" or "Bye, I'll call you when we get back"