...mom, it made me happy

It's Monday...my least favorite day of the week. I actually moved, did something. I found out a sorority sister of mine had died on July 15th. It affected me. We weren't the best of friends, but we had so many classes together, stayed up through the wee hours working on many films we made together, with other random students. I will miss Muffy, for everything she taught me. I pray for her family.

I signed Ben up for Vacation Bible School this week, he  wasn't thrilled about this 3hr deal. Mama needs a break though.

Ben and I haven't been back to church since Jack's service.  Reality, or memories set in for me. Ironically, out of all the places where the different grade classes could have met, we were assigned to the Chapel...the same place Jack had his service. My brain became fuzzy, my knees weak. I stayed a little longer than I should have. Ben had so many school buddies in the camp that he finally hugged me and said bye Mom. I think it probably was more disturbing for me.

Instead of hitting my usual Monday routine, I went to the grocery store. Folded back-up pods of clean clothes and did three more loads of laundry....folded those as well.

I talked to Ben at the end of the day...asked him about his feelings being back in the Chapel for the first time. He said...mom, it made me happy.

I think I'm a mess, why can't I be more evolved then my 10yr old boy, especially because I spend most of my waking hours worried about Ben's well-being. I hope this camp will help him in a spiritual way, obviously the Chapel gave him comfort..it made him happy.