Reluctantly Loosening the Strings

Gage went camping this weekend with our church, and I had no clue I was going to be such a worried Mom.  I really am a pretty relaxed mom.  Gage stretches me so far, that if I didn’t relax, I swear I’d break.

But, somehow, this camping trip has been a big step for me in loosening those motherly strings.  Before the trip, I was so excited about the break I would have.  It was time for a break.  But, as soon as I dropped him off at the church, I began worrying.  My mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts such as,  “I hope there is a hospital close by.  What will they do if someone gets hurt?”  “Is he gonna be warm enough?  He didn’t even pack a heavy coat.”

I didn’t sleep well last night.  Every time I woke up, I was startled with the reality that my son was sleeping on a cold ground in the middle of the woods.  I couldn’t stop obsessing over whether or not he was warm.  If he had just listened and taken his coat, I would have slept fine.  I just know it!  Yeah, right.  I’m sure it would have been something else.  It probably would be something like “What if he gets up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and is attacked by a raccoon?”  I’m sure I could have come up with something.  Let’s hope I’m able to sleep better tonight.  Somehow, I doubt it.  I’m not going to sleep well until he is home.  Thankfully, that will be tomorrow.