The prodigal son

Image by Getty Images via @daylifeHe's tall, he's tan, he's home.
And so together, his stammer has disappeared.
All my anxiety about the quality of camp slipping or Elmer dissatisfied with his experience?
Not according to Elmer.
He's as cool as cucumber.
And he learned to water-ski.
His 2-year-old bar of soap came home, too, barely touched, 'though he swears he showered regularly.
So I'm counting my blessings, which are many.

T-minus 7

Seven days till Elmer comes home from camp.

I've become accustomed to being alone, but I don't like being lonely.

Not that a teenage boy is ideal company.

'Though if the past is any guide, he'll come home cool-as-a-neurotypical-teenager.

Which is quite a package.

What will be, will be.

Message in a bottl-e-mail

Two weeks have passed since I've had word from Elmer at camp. For most folks, no news is good news, but Anonymom is a Professional Worrier.

So I commissioned another Mom to spy on him at Visitor's Day, from which the boy himself had banned me.

Here is her message:

Package delivered, happy boy... All is well!

Took pic and will email you when I'm back home

Have a great weekend.

Sent from my iPhone

Hooray. Toss me a bone and I am happy.