My son just called from the infirmary at the camp. He has been stung on the eye lid by a wasp (only 2 weeks ago I was stung on the eye by a honey bee so know how miserable he could be). He wanted to know if he was allergic to the benedryl and tylenol they were about to give him. He sounded like he was doing everything in this power to be tough. I don't know why boys feel like they can't cry. I have never taught that behavior. In my opinion, crying is highly under-rated.
He wanted me to come for parent's night tomorrow night and take him home. He said he was having a good time except at night. To my credit, I didn't start crying until I finished talking to him. I am so torn. On one hand I know there are important lessons to be learned by sticking with a tough project. On the other hand, I feel it is important for him to know he is always welcome at home and that I will come if he needs me.
I called my husband who is at the camp. He will check on the young camper and report to me in a few minutes.