Like McArthur to the Philippines; like the Governator to the police station, like that iffy taco I ate last night to the bowl, Sarcasmo has returned to North Carolina from Costa Rica. And we’re all really glad about it.
For the most part.
It’s been a tough bit-more-than-a-week, let me tell you. When Zippy the Monkey Boy and Speed Racer were off to camp for two weeks, it wasn’t all that bad because I could access the camp website and, possibly, see pictures of them and I could, definitely, write them e-mails and know they would get them the next morning. With Sarcasmo? Not so much.
I talked to him on the phone when he reached Houston and had found his group leader. And that was it until I got a mass e-mail from Rustic Pathways, telling me that the students had arrived in Costa Rica. Then, about four days in, I received an e-mail from Sarcasmo, using an eddress I’d never heard of before. (Apparently the program helped each of the students create a new eddress on Yahoo so they could e-mail home.) That was all the communication I got while he was gone.
While I missed him terribly, I couldn’t have been happier that he didn’t communicate with us. He really was on his own, without family for the first time in his life. We wouldn’t be there to rescue him if there was trouble. We couldn’t help him to figure stuff out if he got confused. He was — for the most part — on his own.
And he survived! Woo-hoo!
It’s when stuff like this can happen to your little dude that you learn whether or not all the beatings and lock downs (kidding. kidding) have been effective. I’m not sure whether or not the maturity bug really has bitten Sarcasmo. That’s something we’ll find out in the next few days as he eases back into his routine. I’m going to try and let him do for himself without interfering. At least until I feel like I have to step in when he begins gargling razor blades or something.
Still, it’s good to have him home. I can’t wait to find out what he’s learned and what he has to teach us.