Camp Mom Out
It took exactly twelve days for Ax to announce that having a camp-free summer was not as good as he thought it would be. Or rather, to let me know that he was complete with his camp-free experience and now was ready, for, camp.
It would have happened sooner if not for his beloved cousin’s visit and several heavily-scheduled extended play dates during the camp mom time.
What happened was, he was showing me a lego catalog with some programmable robot to build. I said, “There’s a camp that teaches how to use that.”
He said, “I don’t need to learn I already know.”
I said, “How can you know if you’ve never done it?”
And he pointed to the pictures of the buttons and gave a credible explanation for what each button did.
“Ok,” I said, “We can put it on your birthday wish list.”
But inside I was thinking of DOT, the last programmable robot we got which never gets used and will become landfill, ie: part of the problem, ie: part of what will kill my child and his children via climate crisis unless a radical solution is found, along with ...
Sorry, I promised no politics ever in this blog and yet I don’t understand how science and the planet have become political.
But anyway, camp. So that catalog thing happened and then a few hours later I got sneaky and showed him his schedule for the following week. My mom, me, his dad, his favorite babysitter, hanging out, per his request.
“Maybe I would like to try that camp,” he said.
“Oh, okay,” I said. If you want to you can. That camp is not for next week though, would you like one for next week?
And without showing too much relief and excitement he and I looked at some options, he got excited about a sports camp he’s done the past three years, and we booked it.
I’m so grateful I didn’t push back (too much) when he said he didn’t want to do camp this summer. I’m so grateful I didn’t do what so many people told me to do — enroll him and force him to go.
And I’m so grateful that we can afford to give our child these experiences — all of them, the leisure with family, the learning, playing, being a kid, today.
It’s not how “it used to be” where kids could just roam and get together and be free. Where we live it’s schedules and pick-ups and drop-offs and supervision. So I’m doing that. I’m gonna keep going.