And for that I am Happy...

Last Friday I spent all day packing Kyle to go on the Klondike campout with his scout troup. I stressed out that he wasn't going to have enough dry clothes. I worried that he wouldn't sleep warm enough. I panicked that he would somehow get lost along their hike and not be able to find his way back. I guess that is what mothers do...they worry. I overpacked, and overworried. When I dropped him off, his scout leader (Pres. Morton) asked if anyone could think of anything that they had forgotten to pack. I joked and hugged Kyle from behind and said, his Mom. I am sure I may have embarrassed him just a little bit. As I drove away I wanted to break down in tears. When did my baby get old enough to go on a winter campout without me or Chad (he had to work)? When did he get old enough to go snowboarding with friends? When did he get old enough to show interest (slightly) in girls, and when did he get old enough to go to the Jr. High State Wrestling finals? When I got home I went in my room and knelt beside my bed. I said a prayer for Kyle, but as I was praying I realized that I was the one that needed the help. I felt comforted in knowing that Kyle was going to come home okay from the Klondike campout. I also felt very peaceful that Heavenly Father cares about me as a mother. It is okay for mom's to worry...it's what we do. But, we can find peace with Heavenly Father's help. Kyle came back the next afternoon happy as a little lark. He was soaked and smelled like campfire, but he had the greatest time, and for that I am happy!