Number One is going to camp for the first time ever.
I never went to camp. Well, I did go to camp once when I was in high school but I got kicked out for drinking and smoking and was banned from all YMCA sponsored camps or activities for the balance of my youth. So, let’s just say I never went to camp.
My complete camp impressions have come from Meatballs. That is honestly what I think camp is like. And, of course, I think that is awesome! Panty raids and sneaking out and paddling across the lake to the girl’s side (I guess in my camp impression, I am a boy.. I’m pretty sure I’m Bill Murray). Awesome counselors who encourage the kids all day… help the weakling win the race… then drink around the campfire, bitch about the asshole kids and sing.
We are the C.I.T’s so pity us
The kids are brats, the food is hideous
We’re gonna smoke and drink and fool around..
We are the North Star C.I.T.’s..
And that is totally the type of camp Number One is going to.. I mean, I’m not sure about the panty raids but it’s a camp in the mountains of North Carolina– 400 acres with a huge lake, canoeing, riflery, archery, art, drama, water slides, zip lines, rock climbing, horseback riding, relay races, campfires, those big puffy things that you put in a lake and then jump on and send others soaring– do you know what I’m talking about? Never mind.. but it’s really cool….
Anyway.. it’s exactly what my mind’s eye says summer camp should be. And I am so flipping excited. I totally wish I was going.. I really do. I told him last night :
OMG.. I soo want to go.. I seriously wish I was going.. I mean, not as your mom… but as a 12 year old girl…. it’s exactly the kind of camp I’ve always dreamed of.. and then I could meet you and we would be friends. and you are pretty cute.. maybe you would be my first kiss.. oh wait..this just got creepy, huh?
Ya think? Please stop talking.. you are grossing me out.
Okay. I’m sorry.. that was weird. but I still wish I was going.
So, I’m packing all of his stuff and writing “Number One” on all of his t-shirts and undies… I spent $104 at The Dollar Tree buying stuff for care packages to send him (the camp is 6 days). I may have gone overboard. And this also may be why Seven thinks I spend too much money on stupid shit. Whatevs..
I’ve never not been with my kids for 6 days.. I think the longest I’ve ever left them was 4 nights.. maybe 5.. but they were with my parents and I talked to them every day. This is 6 days of silence. Well, not silence.. I’ll still have the other two, but ya know what I mean.. 6 days of no correspondence from my eldest.. No way to ask if he’s having fun.. no 5 minute recaps of the day.. nada.
And he is not a journal keeper. Or letter writer. Or even a good communicator. When I pick him up I’m pretty certain he will say “it was so fun” and that’s all I’ll hear about it.
I have to keep reminding myself..this is about HIM, not ME… but it sure FEELS like it’s about me… I really want to live vicariously through him… at least for 6 days…
I want him to make friends that he will keep in touch with forever.. I want him to count the days til next year. Omg.. I want him to be Adam Sandler in grown-ups.. so make that TWO impressions I have of camp… Meatballs AND Grown-ups… OH! AND Indian Summer.. I loved that movie too.. another one about adults going back to relive the glory of camp!! I apparently have serious camp envy.
Question: Do your kids go to camp? Did YOU go to camp growing up?? I’d love your comments/ thoughts on this!!
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