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We just sent my 13-year-old son to camp. His camp is about 5 hours north of Toronto. To get to Toronto he had to fly, by himself, for more than 24 hours (and boy were his arms tired). He has been gone for just over four weeks now and we heard from him once while he was at camp. Now that he's back from camp and staying with his grandparents, he's Skyped us once to tell us he had a great time at camp.
As an international camper, he is allowed to send an email or two while he's at camp. When he lived in Canada and went to the camp, the only contact that was allowed was mail and family day. Period.
Helicopter parents are idiots.
I see that my job as a parent is to raise my kid to be independent of me.
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- Old Man Luedecke
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