Ick Schmick, it’s hard being a mom

Just dropped off Derek at camp, for his first time, for a two-night deal. He is THRILLED to the moon, as his whole cabin erupted in an impromptu soccer game at drop-off time.
Me, I feel as if I lost something somewhere. I’m so excited for him, and this huge leap of independence, but that’s not taking away the pit in my stomach.
A good run will take care of that icky feeling … right? Right??