We gave it our best effort … The Boy tried, he really did. I tried too … And the camp, well, the camp gave it their best shot I suppose, but in the end, we came to a “mutual agreement” that their summer camp wasn’t the best fit for the Boy & we went our separate ways in the middle of the week last week. Apparently running from the counselors toward the street in the middle of a public park didn’t go over so well. I don’t blame them – it’s a safety issue & if anything had happened to The Boy, you bet your sweet patootie, I’d be flipping over tables and lining up the lawyers!
So we gathered our things (minus one swimsuit, one pair of flip-flops and some pricey goggles,) and left. I was relived & slightly happy, because now I get to have him all to myself this summer. I was also kind of sad for him because … well, because he was starting to really like camp, just beginning to make friends, and it made me cry to think that he isn’t going to have a “normal” childhood and do “normal” kid stuff like go to summer camp. I knew that already, (the not having a normal childhood part,) but I feel like I forget it all the time. And the whole kicked-out-of-camp thing made me realize that it’s never going to be the kind of carefree life that everyone else has … and I’m totally ok with that, but sometimes it makes me a little sad for The Boy.
Anyway, I won’t dwell on that because hey – I have 8 weeks of awesome MamaLove SummerCamp planned! (I actually only have the next 4 days planned, but don’t fret, all those things I’ve been pinning on Pinterest are going to come in handy over the next 8 weeks.) Swim Play Dates, Beach Days, Library Outings, Cooking Club, A Fairy Garden … this summer is going to be one to remember!
And I will do my best to document it, but I’ve made a conscious decision to be as “hands-free” with The Boy as I can. I’ve pretty much chucked out 90% of social media, but that is a story for another day …