Diabetes Camp

tomorrow this handsome young man is going off to "diabetes camp" for the third year. He has been diabetic since November 12, 1998 (or at least this is his date of diagnosis). He is now 11 and almost as tall as me. It is hard for me to let go and relax about him being away from home in the hands of others. I know this is good for him and a rite of passage but in my head he is still "my little boy". This fall he starts middle school, another rite of passage that I am not quite ready for. This kids growing up thing is harder than I ever imagined. Have fun my son.