The Day My Son Directed Himself to Film Camp
Curious Parents – Delaware Valley
“I want to ride my bike to camp.” My back is toward my 12-year-old son as I fix waffles. He is enrolled in a film camp.
“Oh, do you?” I hope I don’t sound uneasy.
I swivel around. I study my oldest child, Croy, carefully. I see the hazel-green eyes stare back at me. In front of me sits the body of a young man with darkening specks of hair peeking from his armpits and feet like a gorilla. But still, a boy’s face with pimply puberty skin.
He hasn’t asked for permission; he has affirmed his desire.