The kids are back, they had a great time at camp. They both would like to go to camp again next year. G shared with me that he got lost at camp. He finally ended up someplace he recognized and was able to find his way. He felt proud, and at first I felt scared and guilty. I can't believe he was walking alone in a strange place without an escort, or a map, or directions or something. I should have been there... Where were the other kids? Where were the counselors?
I've been thinking this over. Maybe I should be happy, he found his way no harm done, right?
He was very independent and took care of himself, that's good, right??
He felt proud of himself, even though he was very nervous, that's good right???
What if he didn't find his way?
What if he got lost in the woods and they had to call the forest rangers??
What if he became a news story???
I have to find a balance between protection and freedom. G won't learn to take care of himself if I never give him an opportunity to stretch, grow and be independent. On the other hand, I love him so much, I couldn't take it if something happened to him. We're working on life and community skills, he can now purchase things from a store. I want him to be prepared for anything, but I can't prepare him for everything.