
You can send your lovely, well adjusted child to summer camp! Sounds perfect right? If your answer is yes then clearly you are in a different tax bracket than me. I'm sitting quietly getting my daily news fix and I stumble upon this article in the New York Times called
"Dear Parents: Please Relax, It's Just Camp" so since I'm intrigued I keep reading. First I am amused when I hear about the $10,000.00 price tag and then amusement turns to disgust when I read about the cell phone junkie parents that "...give their child two cellphones, so if they get caught with the first one, ‘Just give it up and you’ll have the second one to talk..." to them. HUNH??
See, I was under the impression that Sleep Away Camp was supposed to be a time for kids to learn about themselves and the concept of being independent. Come on now. I went to summer camp. I grew up in Connecticut and for those of you who have never been to the North East, its a beautiful place chock full of summer camps. The same sort of summer camps that kids from the big city come to for the Fresh Air Fund. Have you ever seen the Parent Trap Movie? Either the 1998 version of the 1968 one will do here, that's summer camp. Its the first and only place that I had the chance to swim in a lake (not trying that down here in FL, those gators ain't playin), the first place I found out about an ORT Report (one year we got ours down from 7lbs to 11 oz. within the first 3 days --- wow, the power of the mob mentality at its finest) and the place where I learned what a nice feeling it is to see your parents again after an extended time period
without them, and I promise, it surely didn't cost anywhere close to 10k.
I feel like the parents in the story aren't giving themselves enough credit. Although the cell phone is probably the best new invention I can think of, we have all clearly become too attached to it. Just because you
can call your child every hour on the hour while she is at camp does not mean its a good idea. If you are shelling out 10 grand it means that summer camp is not a necessity and while you could probably use that 10k to go on a family trip to Toronto or somewhere equally as fabulous, the fact is that you chose to send them to summer camp. Whether it was in an effort to get them out of the house or it was to let them experience camp the way you did when you were little (or the way you wished you could have when you were little) the idea is shattered if you call the camp every morning to check on them. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who hates micro-managers -- this right here is the equivalent. Just chillax and let them be.
No, I don't have any kids, so maybe I will not fully understand until I do but really I think I'm right on track with this one. Camp is the same as it ever was and if you trust these people enough to leave your kids there for an extended period of time them you should let the staff do their job, not babysit you -- the parent.
Full circle here. One time, at Gymnastics Camp...I was dressed up like Diana Ross (it was not a summer thing, it was the Halloween Weekend Slumber Party -- I was 8 years old) and mom had taken me to get my hair pressed for the first time so I could pull off the Diana diva hair. My hair was cascading down my back (yes I was swingin it -- HARD) and I had on my black leotard, black stockings, black ballet slippers and this long flowy black and silver sparkly skirt. I pranced around the gym for the costume parade, I ran to the pizza room, I zig-zagged through the maze and won a prize. We got into our sleeping bags and fell asleep watching An American Tail (awww, Fivel...). Lo and behold when I woke up the next morning, my hair made me cry. I had absolutely no idea why my long straight hair with the spiral curls from the night before had become this large half afro, half frizz mess. When Mom and my big brother came to pick me up the next morning my mom immediately knew the reason for my tears. "Honey," she began, "Our hair is different than your friends' hair. Your hair will only stay straight if you don't get it wet or you don't "sweat it out". It looks like you "sweat it out". **
Ummm, "sweat it out"? Now that sounded like some B.S. but after looking in the mirror, I knew right then that I would have to alter my fun activities to deal with my hair. And I did, for long, looooong time. But now. My hair is natural. It does what I do...whenever I want to do it.
** just a quick shout out to mom for not yelling at me (I know she dropped at least $25.00 fo rthe press and curl that I went and sweat out running around the gym that night) and just using it as a teaching moment about the trials and tribulations of our hair. Yea Mom! love ya!