My boy is camping

I love my children. They are each different and unique, but special in their attributes being variations of J and yours truly. My boy is more like me than he'd ever admit, and I am not fond of some of those traits in myself so I cringe and think of ways to hedge against him being too much like me in the worse ways.
We sent him to camp for a week. Forcing him to be out of his comfort zone in a controlled environment with strangers and peers with no Mom and Dad safety net.
He never complained of school or day care, but he always came home after a school day, rather than sleeping and eating away for a whole week.
I almost miss him, but I mostly feel a sense of pride.