Sons, church camp, letting go

My 15 year old son leaves for church camp this morning. We have checked his list. His has packed his stuff. We bought snacks, and have decided how much money he needs. We parents have all discussed what to take and how much fun they are going to have. Last night my son stayed downstairs more than usual. He sat in the den with us and played on the computer. I think he knows I will miss him terribly. He calls me weird sometimes because I have a hard time letting go. We laugh and he says "what are you going to do mom when we go off to college?" I am not ready to think about that. Our children bring so much spunk, color, intelligence, comedy, and love, into our home, it is difficult to be without them. I enjoy their company. I enjoy their conversation. I enjoy their personalities and wit. I admire their strong wills and quick mouths. Yes, I know my job is to prepare them for life so they can make it. I never knew I could enjoy such a job so much. My son is ready to go in more ways than one. I know he will meet exciting, new people, new girls, have fun with a bunch of young people, but more than anything I want him to be safe, learn about God and share the gifts that make him who he is. Letting go. I will be ready one day, but I will never let go of my love, and I will always be his mom. Zip up the suitcase. We're ready.