Camp Trips are Fun! Except Not for the Moms
With my older daughters in camp this summer, I can finally get a little time to breathe. Except for those dreaded camp trips.
I love the idea of a camp trip. They visit a farm and milk a cow. Yes, a real live cow! They head to an amusement park with rides that I don't have to go on. And the zoo. Who doesn't love a zoo? I mean, except for the time a poisonous cobra was missing from the Bronx Zoo but in general, animals are really fun!
Except every time my girls head off on another camp trip, I feel like I am sending them off to Afghanistan. I immediately have a foreboding feeling of terrible dread.
Just before their field trip to the zoo, I approached the camp director looking for him to calm my nerves. He assured me that the camp had never lost a kid but if one of mine was the first, that would be quite an honor. Kind of like being the first person to step on the moon.
Surprisingly, I was still anxious.
I know it's about control. I have the same feeling when I get on an airplane. It makes me so nervous that someone else is responsible for my family's safety. I'd rather fly the plane myself which would be tricky with no flying license and all. Weirdly, the FAA can be very strict about pilots actually having experience. So I hang out in coach instead and just worry.
I'm not good at relinquishing control, especially when it comes to my kids. It's hard to send my children out into the wild world, with a brown bag lunch and 16-year-old counselors.
But they aren't going to Afghanistan. They are going to look at some giraffes and pet some goats. I have to have faith that all will be okay. Because it will be. As long as that cobra stays in its cage.