Camp Crazy

Sunday, June 22, 2014



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It all begins in January when a trickle of emails for summer camp registration starts popping up in my inbox always perfectly timed it seems, with the height of my post-Christmas fatigue. I generally manage to ignore them well into February and then finally with early registration deadlines looming I open up a blank spreadsheet and start formatting it to the eleven weeks of summer vacation my son gets from school. Yes eleven weeks!

There is an easy button. I could send him to one conveniently located, all day and all summer long camp. Job done! That is how I spent my summers as a kid and I was perfectly content.   But I don’t. Instead I go for Olympic gold in camp crazy. A trained professional may say that I do this because of my working mother’s guilt, peer competitiveness or my parenting ego.  I tell myself I do it because of the enrichment opportunities for my son and since enrichment is my platform, diversification is crucial but that is also where the main challenge lies.

I am deeply in awe of parents who have to schedule and execute summer camps for two or three kids. Respect to you people! Now if I had unrestricted camp funds, lots of free time or unlimited help, I would medal no problem. But I don’t.  Instead my spreadsheet quickly becomes a devilish Sudoku puzzle covered with notes on vacation plans, friend’s schedules and aftercare to be secured but luckily at some twisted level I happen to enjoy Sudoku and by March, summer is normally nailed… in theory.

In early June the reality of camp crazy is upon me in a flash.  Initially I make appointments or accept events, forgetting that I am committed to drive from Lego camp to swim camp or that I have no after camp care lined up, but then slowly as the days go by I get into the rhythm of summer and accept the fact that it completely owns my schedule. I suppose I could free myself up more with hired help but I don’t because summer is a kind master, serving ice cream before dinner and plenty of opportunities to frolic.

And when I see my son light up as he relays all the new building methods he picked up in Lego camp, while showing me a really neat catapult he created single handedly, the Legotarian in me rejoices. It also becomes very apparent that camp crazy is not just for him because I feel wonderful basking in his joy, especially as I believe I had a little something to do with it.  

“For it is in giving that we receive.”
- Francis of Assisi

1 comment:

  1. The Lego and swim camps sound amazing. I want to go to camp! Your camp planning skills are enviable Miss Luise. We are taking the easy way out and going with the local daycare camp. But its all good :)

    char@marshallhousematters.com

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