Ya'll might have read my funny/sad story about my son's anxiety before taking off for summer camp last summer. http://www.connectwithkids.com/blogs/stacey/ -- scroll down to the fourth entry. When my son came home, his dad posted this on his myspace blog. I asked if I could post it here, too, thought you might like to see the full circle:
My Boy Came Home Today
What an amazing thing. He was gone for 4 weeks. His mother and I went to pick him up at the airport. He ran to us and stuck like velcro. He told us of his whole summer over dinner, the girls, the guys, the trips and projects. I do many things to enrich my life. I endevour to expand, experience and learn, but nothing I can ever do compares with my experience of my son. He lives and breathes a pureness that I hope he carries all his life. If I never did anything quite right before I can forever be thankful, grateful and wholey satisfied in experiencing his unabashed love. Truth be told there has been so much of life that I chose to run away from. This is the thing I choose to run to. He teaches me all I need to know to be a better man. It's a complete connection, a billowing, encompassing respite that soothes the mundane trivialities. Without my son I am not a father, and without being a father I am not a man, and deep down inside I want to be a man. Thank you son.
