I’m very excited that my daughter is going to learn how to be a leader this summer. At camp.
Wow. What a
difference from the days of The Parent
Trap and nasty girl practical jokes played on fellow campers that usually
involved sticky stuff and sometimes S’mores.
Actually, my daughter’s camp will probably have S’mores, but
it will also have some really cool chores too, like gardening and working with
farm animals and bundling hay and who knows what else (cabin and latrine
cleaning?)
In my view, this is going to revolutionize things in my
household because my daughter (and her teammates, of course) will have to do
things like cleaning, setting the table, making meals, etc. Remember:
my kid has breakfast in bed most days.
When I told my daughter that I wanted to send her to this
camp – a camp that one of her best friends attended last summer and loved – she
expressed concern (primarily about milking and feeding farm animals, but not
only that). I countered with the “independence”
argument; she wants to be more independent and learning how to do things is one
of the prerequisites for independence.
Makes sense to me, but she’s not necessarily buying it.
Next up: She has to
pass the interview for attending camp.
(I passed as her parent, so I’m pretty sure she will too. The place isn’t
free, afterall, if you get what I’m saying).
I’m counting on her turning in a stellar interview performance; her 3-week
stay at this camp is essential for ensuring I don’t burn through all my annual
leave so she can have the summer of her dreams (specifically, no summer
school).
Now I’ll only have 15 more days to cover, scattered
throughout the months of June, July and August.
That’s equivalent to only 3 work weeks.
Sigh.Wish I could go to camp.
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