This is Nathan's last week of camp before school starts again. As far as we knew, the first day had gone well and he was looking forward to the activities for the rest of the week.
When we got there, one of the counselors asked if anyone had spoken to me yesterday. Apparently Nathan hit one camper and kicked another one and then spent the rest of the day not participating.
No one said a word to Dave or I about it.
Nathan overheard this and immediately launched into a tantrum, saying he wanted to go home because everyone hated him. I was really torn. On the one hand, I wanted to talk to him about the incident and remind him about using his words instead of his hands. On the other, he wasn't in a place where he could understand that.
He was still really upset when I left and I spent the day in knots wondering how it was going. They never called and didn't say anything until today. That doesn't make me feel good about leaving Nathan in their custody.