Proud parents who just might kill you if you touched these shopping bags |
My boys have been away for a month. I realize sleep away
camp is a fairly Northeastern phenomenon. I have friends who don’t live here or
didn’t grow up going away to camp who think it’s strange. I could make the case
for how great camp is, to be in beautiful surroundings, doing sports all day
long, making livelong friends etc. but let’s face it is strange. For two weeks,
Facebook has been abuzz with photos of parents and child at the mid-summer
visiting day. In these photos, there are smiling faces and happy families but
there’s another part of visiting day and that’s the overhyped one-day chance to
see your children that feels somewhere between New Years Eve and prison
visitation (not that I know what that’s like).
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Dying to ambush parents and see what's in coolers and suitcases, can you imagine? |
People ask me all the time if I let my kids have junk. My
general philosophy is that I don’t bring things into the house with
questionable ingredients but that we have chips, ice cream just quality
versions. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder but three weeks without
my boys led my heart and the rest of me to Dylan’s Candy Bar. Typically, at a
place like Dylan’s, I would look for the best options chocolate most likely or
something non-neon. I wasn’t myself though, I was operating under the influence
of parental guilt and anxiety and so I bought one child gummy sharks, the other
gummy bears and it didn’t’ stop there I threw in a blue Yankee lollipop and
stopped for chips on the way home. I can make myself feel better or give you
some context and say, in their own way, all parents go nuts but I was willing
to break every food rule in the state I was in.
Then there’s the question of camp food. Days before I saw my
boys the New York Times ran a story about camp food. Camps, according to them,
aren’t serving spaghetti and hamburgers but “cuisine”. When we arrived, my son was excited to show
me the camp’s farm. I was impressed, he told me when he’s hungry he can stop at
the farm on the way to his bunk and have a snack like this.
The warm and fuzzy feeling didn’t last, at lunch (salmon and
veggies but I was told that they never had that) I spotted something.
So much for cuisine |
My older
son was quick to tell me he has only had it two or three times. It’s a pity, he
was such a nice nose I’m so sad that’s it’s going to be growing…I may have been
away from them for a few weeks but I know when I am being lied to.
As a parent, another of the many strange things about camp
is the whole issue of self care. I thought we were good parents, instilling
important habits in our children but one of my boys was a mess. Marc said, “I
think he’s wearing the same clothes he had on the bus up to camp.” At home, I
would’ve been horrified but on this day of rule breaking I ignored it
completely. No showers or clean clothes? No problem.
Who says adult females are the only ones with shoe fetishes? |
What do you see here? I see roller hockey equipment on a 90 degree day, contemplate what's growing in it, say nothing |
seven hours later, off they go, coolers empty |
Did you go away to camp? What kinds of things did your
parents bring when they visited? What did you bring this year? What emotions
make you break your food rules?
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Thank you so much for the amazing response to the Harmless Harvest post, the winner of the giveaway is Amber. We will contact you shortly.