Special Occasions: Found in the Strangest Places

Special Occasions: Found in the Strangest Places

Many thanks to Hallmark for inspiring me to make a Special Occasion T-Shirt at BlogHer11.

I am addicted to being with my daughter.  So sending her to 4 weeks of summer camp nearly put me in a depressive state.  If it hadn’t been for my fantastic hero of a husband who made sure that I was busy partying and meeting new friends, I am not sure what I would have done with all of the free time I suddenly had.  Despite the partying and great restaurants we frequented, I still found myself missing my daughter.

Call it catharsis, call it kismet, but I was totally jazzed when I happened up the Hallmark booth at BlogHer11.  Attendees were asked to write what they defined as a “Special Occasion” on a Purple (it’s a sign!) t-shirt and have a picture taken on their web site.  So what did I select as my special occasion?

Picking my daughter up from Summer Camp is my Special Occasion! 

Making that t-shirt actually did make me feel a bit better.  Now I could declare to all of the world that I could not wait to see my child!  When I showed the shirt to friends (and complete strangers) they had the same response:  “That’s so cool! What a great shirt!  What a great idea.”  Of course, I agreed with them.

So, on the day we picked K up from camp, I wore my Special Occasion t-shirt.  Here are some pics that truly capture the moment that we were reunited:

"Oh My G-d! There's my Mom!"

A Much Anticipated Hug

Here we are with the Hallmark Tee! Together Again!

So we made it. We both had our share of tearful evenings missing each other and we were super psyched to see each other after a month.  Looking back at the experience, I think that we both benefited.  K had a chance to make her own choices on activities in which she wanted to participate and I spent some quality time with my husband and friends.

Despite missing me and her home, K immediately asked my husband and me if she could return to overnight camp next year…this time for 8 weeks!

The jury is still out on that one.  Four weeks was a lot for me to handle, I am not sure if I can make it for 8 weeks.  Wait?  It’s about K, right?  Well, that’s what my family keeps telling me.