With 5 days on the road there and back and another 5 days at camp – it seemed to me that he needed a little guidance.
I helped him find more jeans, a suit coat, dress slacks, a outfit for golf and raided his dad’s t-shirts to make sure he had enough.
I carefully counted and folded and made nice piles for him.
I even bought him new underwear.
All the while there was this annoying little thought that kept coming back – “Why am I doing this? Pedro is a teenage boy who has been known to wear the same clothes for days at time…”
But the mother in me couldn’t let it go.
I was even kinda proud as he drove off on his adventure because I knew that he was prepared.
It didn’t last long.
I was brought back to reality within minutes of picking him up after his return trip.
He looked good and was sharing story after story of his time away – laughing and joking with his siblings.
Finally the mother in me just couldn’t wait any longer – so I asked him, “How did your clothes work out? Did you have enough of everything?”
“Well”, he responded, “I basically wore these jeans pretty much all week.”
(His sisters slide further away from him on the van seat.)
“What!” (I’m remembering all those trips up and down the attic stairs digging through his winter clothes to find enough jeans) “How about t-shirts? Did you have enough t-shirts?”
“I had way too many – I really only needed a couple.”
“A couple!” (You were gone 10 days! What about my neat little piles of carefully folded and counted shirts?!)
“Oh dear. What about your underwear? Did you have enough… No! Stop! Don’t answer that. I really don’t want to know.”
Sometimes ignorance is bliss.
Next time I’ll let him pack himself. 🙂