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I Cannot Wait for School to Start, But Not for the Reasons You Might Think

I just dropped Taylor off for his week long scout camp. I always worry about him when he is away because of his medical issues. Thankfully, my desire for him to participate as fully as possible in life's experiences allows me to let him out of my sight. In addition to his campout, Spencer went on a three day trek and a week long scout camp in June. In July Emma went to Clear Creek for a week. The kids and I went to Panguitch from Wednesday to Saturday last week to celebrate the 24 of July. Destry had to stay behind to work. Spencer, Emma and Sarah stayed an extra night in Panguitch and came back home yesterday with Grandpa. Destry is going out of town for three days next week and he and Spencer and Taylor have another three day campout planned for the weekend before school starts. The boys also have the annual "fathers and sons" in August.

When I left the three kids behind in Panguitch I found myself stalling before driving away. I hadn't planned on leaving them. We were all going to come home on Saturday rather than staying until Sunday because Taylor needed to get ready for his scout camp today. But since Grandpa was driving up here on Saturday any way they invited any of the kids who wanted to to stay for one more night. I, of course, knew they would be safe and well cared for and that they would have a terrific time, but I wasn't emotionally prepared to leave them behind.

We haven't even been able to go anywhere as a family at all this summer because of the other things that have been planned and because of the usual lack of funds. We haven't even managed a weekend camping trip unless you count the night we spent in the backyard to try out the new tent. The kids and I have enjoyed some fun day trips especially when the Morrills were here, but Destry was working and unable to join us.

I am glad that my kids get to participate in such worthwhile activities; however, it tugs on my heartstrings to have everyone separated so much. I know that once school starts everyone will still be going here and there and some of them will spend more hours away from home than they will in it, but at least everyone will be sleeping under the same roof.

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