There are a few things that make every parent’s heart skip more than a few beats. Waving goodbye as your little dude drives off on his own for the first time. Or really, almost any time until they’re at least 45. (I should know on that one because my mom still tells me to wear my seatbelt and drive carefully when I pull away and I’m 44.) Having a little dude go into the hospital. Or, and this is the big one for us this week, watching as your not-so-little dude boards a flight to Houston and, from there, for a week of service in Costa Rica.
Yes, it’s Sarcasmo’s turn to go off for camp. This time, Sarcasmo is going to be going a bit farther afield than did his brothers. Thanks to an amazing organization called Rustic Pathways, Sarcasmo will be flying to San Jose, Costa Rico, and then traveling from there to the Arenal area of the country. While there, he will help rehab endangered animal habitats and perform other service obligations. Plus, he’ll have lots of fun on the beaches and in the jungles of that country.
The only problem I have is that I won’t be there to, if not supervise, then at least make sure he gets on all his planes all right, doesn’t forget his passport, that sort of thing. I know I’ve been accused of micromanaging Sarcasmo’s life at times, but I think I have legitimate cause for at least a little concern, what with him having to fly on his own to another airport, then catch a connecting flight with the others on his trip. Then he has to do the same thing, but in reverse, when he comes home.
And this from a little dude who has been known to forget his lunch, his homework and even his cell phone. All on the same day. That day being the day after the night before, during which he wandered off in a mall, completely losing his parents, because he was too busy reading while he was walking to keep an eye on where he was supposed to be going.
So, yeah, I believe I have legitimate reason for concern.
But I also think there’s good reason for hope. Maybe this is the trip on which he’ll step up and start taking responsibility for himself and for his actions. Maybe this is the trip where the maturity bug will finally bite him. Maybe this is the week, that longed-for week, when he will decide there’s more to life than just playing games and reading. Who knows, really?
With those two options, I choose to come down on the side of optimism. I’ve exorcised my attitude of the negative feelings with this post and I’m ready to hear all about the good stuff that happened when he got back.
Just don’t ask me to leave the airport before his plane actually takes off.