Kid #1 is almost 11. I think of all the things I did at almost 11. Riding bikes to a friends house, walking to the library. Overnights in my friends backyard in a tent. Sleep away camps.
It gives me a sad feeling when I think of my "baby" being out on his own. But I realize there is nothing I can do about. Well, I could keep him in the house for the rest of his life, but that hardly seems right. He is taller than me, his feet are bigger than mine, but he is my baby.
So this is the summer that I will let him go away to camp, ride his bike to activities in town and spread his wings a bit. He will be a 6th grader and he is pretty responsible, but I don't have to like it!