I never went to summer camp as a child. At least, not that I can remember. I DID go to Camp Greentop as a fifth grader as part of the FCPS curriculum back in the late ’60s. That is where I unfortunately learned that I was highly allergic to bee stings and had to spend the night in the nurse’s cabin. I’ve successfully blocked most of the scary details from my memory but I DO remember my cabin-mates dropped off a change of clothes for me and smuggled the sweetest get well note in my underwear, an occurrence that has never happened since!
I sent my sons to many overnight summer camps during their childhood: chuch camp at Manidoken, numerous boy scout camps, and career camps at FCC. One year we registered so late for career camp that Craig couldn’t get any of his top choices in “careers.” The only thing still available was Automobile Repair. When I asked him what he learned that first day, he replied “how to hot-wire a car.” I was so proud.
In her soulful collection of writings “Simple Abundance: A Daybook of Comfort and Joy,” Sarah Ban Breathnach writes about the importance of play if we adults are expected to continually function at full throttle. As a busy solopreneur, my life is definitely lived at full throttle. Luckily the month of July is slower since most of my clients are vacationing and resume training in early fall. So this July, I’ve created my OWN summer camp,big girl style!
In case you might be interested in attending, MY summer camp does NOT include:
— Rising before the 6 am hour or the use of irritating musical reverie to coerce your exile from bed;
— NO communal showers which will in ANY way perpetuate life-long insecurities about perceived physical inadequacies;
— No sharing bunks with snoring cabin-mates who sound like a Nor’easter is passing through, unless (of course) you want to; 🙂
— No holding hands & singing kum-ba-ya (which is what some teambuilding retreat participants use as smart ass comments when they hear their boss has hired me to help them improve their communication!)
MY summer camp DOES incorporate:
— Naps, and lots of them!
— Hammock sleeping merit badges
— Snacking after lights-out!
You MAY substitute:
— Martinis for milk;
— Day-long hikes with poison ivy and snakes for lunch with friends, meandering through garden centers, antique shops, and book stores;
— Lounging by the pool instead of jumping in fully clothed and disrobing underwater in the highly unlikely event you will be on a cruise ship that sinks and you will need to rescue others and swim to shore.
If any of this sounds appealing to you, let me know. My summer camp is already in session and I’d love for you to join me.
I may even slip a note in your underwear! “Get well soon!”