He will be OK. He is ready, and he can do this, and it is going to get a lot better than it was today. That doesn't mean that this is going to be awesome. Growing up can kind of suck sometimes -- for kids and for parents.
I miss the days when I could send them to camps to occupy their little minds and bodies all day. They've since aged out of camps and now they're home all day, vegging out on school breaks. What exactly does one do with big kids on spring break? Allow me to share my theories: