It's done. For now, it's done. I'm tired. The kid wants to stay. Let him stay. He'll change his mind one day. Meanwhile, I get to be supportive mom from a distance. I didn't want to torture him with the summer camp thing again - up at 5:30 AM, in camp all day, seeing me only in the evenings and weekends. I think this way is better. Several times a year, a week at a time, just us. All of us.
Still, I miss him. The child of my soul. I'll have to find something to fill my time. I'll have to find some way to cope.