Act 184

Old school summer camp

My summer camp was close to home. In my neighbourhood, in fact. Mostly in my yard and at the beach down the block. Nothing fancy. But very fun.

Flip flops, bathing suits, popsicles, picnics, running in the sprinkler. Friends and family. Sometimes we would summer camp at my cousins’ in Quebec. Same games but “en francais”.

There are so many opportunities for kids to attend camp in the summer. Music camp, drama camp, soccer camp, regular camp, horse camp. But I camp afford it (a little debt humour). Even if I could, I don’t know that I’m ready to send them off for weeks at a time. We don’t get as much time with our kids as we’d like to think.

While it’s true that it’s not summer camp for parents, there are ways to share child care – take turns watching the kids for a day, or hire a neighbourhood teen to watch them, or call in a gramma if you’re so lucky. This is what we try to do.

And while it’s early goings yet, I’ve haven’t once heard the two words parents dread “I’m bored”. They’re having fun and unstructured play is important for kids. They need more of it. And it’s a cost effective option that works for us.