Yesterday on THE MOMS Sirius XM Stars 106 radio show, hosts Denise Albert and Melissa Gerstein were talking about how they had sent their kids to camp that morning and it was, essentially, a nice relief. A longer day for them to pursue what they want to do: work and other personal pursuits.
They received a call from a woman who chewed them out for “celebrating” that their kids were out of the house. She said it was wrong to send their kids to camp, that it was allowing other people to raise their kids, that our society is falling apart.
Sending your kids to camp is allowing other people to raise them? WHAAAAAT? My thoughts…
Keeping your kids home with you all summer (I don’t know how old the caller’s kids are or how many she has) is really nice in theory. The first day. Then it’s just a lot of time to entertain your kids. There are only so many popsicles you can mold, flowers you can plant, walks you can take before you become bored. Before the mama wants to pull her hair out because the days are so frickin long. Because her kids are fighting with each other all day. Because they need to go to camp!
There’s a wonderful book by Michael Thompson, PhD called Homesick and Happy—How Time Away From Parents Can Help a Child Grow. Caller, buy this book.
I sent my three boys to camp as soon as camp would take them. It gave them something to do all day. It gave me a break from mothering so I could recharge my batteries and be a better, less frazzled, less cranky mom. It gave us stuff to talk about at the end of the day as I unpacked their soggy backpacks filled with crinkled art projects, damp swim towels, and happiness. And they’ve been going to camp ever since. Two of my boys are at a traditional seven-week all-boys sleep away camp in the mountains. They couldn’t wait to get on the bus. And one of my boys is doing a series of sleep away camps (computer camp at a college upstate! camping trip in a national park!) and day camps (farm camp! coding camp!). Is that allowing other people to raise them? That thought is asinine to me.
We’re so fortunate that we have the means to send them to camp. They’re so fortunate that they get the opportunity to expand their horizons, experience new things in life, and meet new friends. I’m so fortunate that I get some extra time in my days to focus on me. Is that selfish? If it is, so be it. That’s just a word. The result is a well and balanced and happy mother. And how can that be bad?
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