(Heads up: children briefly mentioned)
We hit an agreement last night, husband and I, to talk about camps, etc. and do it calmly. He says that he just wants to be more involved with planning this stuff, and it isn't a personal slight in regards to my previous efforts.
I have to say I'm not sure I believe that, but I'm willing to allow the possibility. He also agreed that our little guy is way to young and not ready for overnight camp, and that sleepaway camps can be researched...a few weeks at one with indoor plumbing and a doctor some where close is more reasonable for the 10 year old to start at than roughing it in the bush. (And yes, 2 weeks is the minimum around here for sleepaway camps, except for weekender trips.)
But, as I told someone in an email, my biggest problem is that kids are cut off from their parents. No phoning and no contact allowed. Supposedly this is to prevent homesickness, but I think that is BS. A friend who was a camp counsellor once mentioned to me that really it was so they could get some time "to undo all the damage parents do to their kids before they have to go back." Yes, really. He laughed about it and said it was common knowledge.
Now don't get me wrong, I know there are neurotic parents & kids out there, but WTF are these camp people to imply that we ALL are bad parents? Like they are SO perfect. Plus, the lack of contact means that unlimited bullying & abuse can occur and creeps who want to get to kids can screen all their calls and prevent them from getting help. Yes, it can occur in people's homes too, but that's why I'm in favour of kids having lots of outside contact with adults they trust like teachers and daycare workers and extended family. That way, a kid always has someone to turn to.
In a closed environment, like a camp or a residential school or a boarding school, where unmonitored contact with the outside world is forbidden or technically impossible, history has shown that terrible things can happen. Will they? Probably not...maybe highly unlikely these days...but I'd like to wait to take the chance until my kid is about a foot taller and aheck of a lot stronger and maybe even a little older.
Trouble is, just talking about it out loud makes me sound like a paranoid nutcase who wants to prevent my kids from getting some fresh air and seeing some wilderness. And I'm not...seriously.
But at least blogging about it has let me write out my fears and put them in some sort of articulate order. *Sigh* Now if I could just say them outloud to my husband without stammering...
Off to research camps and deal with today's hockey tournament.