I am reflecting on how much less prep work I have done this summer. Part of that is because we bought all the big things last year and can re-use the duffels, the sleeping bags, the stationary kits (I was a little too hopeful about the number of letters they would write).
Part is because I’ve mellowed. I’m the mom of a second year camper. As such, the following packing adjustments have been made. Into the bag of my 8 yr old I placed:
- The shorts that he will be lucky to still fit into in about a month.
- The tshirt with ketchup stains
- The shoes that are already a bit beat up
- The deck of cards that might be missing a card or two
- Some random bits of lego pieces
- Some really old towels that will become rags if they make it home
All of this, mind you, labeled with a sharpie.
My 13 year, who is attending with a friend, packed her bag entirely on her own. The girls conspired for a week ahead of time, doing the typical teen conferencing about which sneakers and shorts were the right choice. We reviewed the contents. She seemed to be on the same page as me. Those sneakers, while still servicable, have seen better days. They have camp written all over them. Bless her.
And so off they went on the boat that always reminds me of the Hogwarts Express, the way they load up and sail off to another world. I hope they are having the time of their lives already!