Today’s camp was a compromise. First we went for a hike and
a picnic around Lake Redman and then we went to the movies, and finished with a hilarious game of ping pong (in which the camp director was pinged and ponged as she sat nearby writing this). See? Everybody gets
what they want.
I must confess that I'd hoped for more participation and more nature in our week, but I'm learning that as my kids get older, they find spending time with Mom and the natural world less magical and more of an ordeal they must endure if they want a ride to their friend's house. I know we are incredibly lucky to live on our beautiful
hillside, but sometimes I think my kids take this privilege for granted. For
instance, we have three horses that spend most of their days as lawn ornaments
because my children have no interest in riding. Yet, thousands of kids squander
every birthday wish and falling star hoping for a horse of their own. I worry
that until my kids no longer have constant access to woods and fresh air and
animals they won’t appreciate what they have. But maybe that’s the way it’s
always been.
Enough parental angst, back to camp.