Maymo has returned from his week at camp. He is covered in bug bites, filled with stories that are totally non-linear, and happily selected A&W as his “return to reality” lunch meal on the way home from the bus pick-up place.
I’ve finished his laundry, run the sleeping bag through the dryer to make sure it’s freshened, and.. well, that’s it.
He said that his favourite parts were kayaking, sailing, and BMXing. And he would definitely, absolutely, like to go back again next week. Why didn’t we let him sign up for TWO weeks?!
I’m SO relieved that he enjoyed it. I remember my own childhood adventures at camp – how amazing and new it all was, the skills I learnt (like soaping up the bottom of the pot before cooking over the fire), what it felt like to wake up in a strange place.. There were all sorts of foods that I refused to eat at home but which tasted absolutely awesome at camp. When he’s older, it would be great for him to sleep over in a tent (because that’s WAY more fun than a cabin, if I may say). Maybe with Scouts?
The idea of family camping is appealing – but it’s also totally different from heading out with a bunch of other kids your age.
If you’d like to send along $1,000 to pay for next year’s 2-week adventure, please do. It looks like I’ll be trying to put aside a LOT of pennies for the next few months. If Middle One enjoys his camp, we can double that cost. Jesus. (That’s not even factoring in the cost of the daycamp for Maymo during the other 8-ish weeks of Summer.)
I think I need a second job. Possibly a third.
Totally worth it, though, if the kids have fun AND Coffee and I get to spend a week alone together..