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.

 

 

She’s Got What?

She’s Got What?

Happy to have what?

My daughter is seven years old and this year she begged me to let her go to overnight camp.  I initially stood my ground and repeated “No, you are too young.  Ask me in a year.”  But she begged, pleaded and promised me that she would take care of her very curly and out of control hair which she has been growing for more than 2 years.  Finally I gave into her pleas and agreed to send her to camp for 4 weeks.  I added that there was one caveat:  She had to take care of her hair.  I sent her to camp with 2 special brushes designed for curly hair.  She promised me that she would wash, condition and BRUSH her hair.  Despite her promises, I warned her that dread locks are not attractive on a seven year-old and I would get her long hair CHOPPED if I saw ONE dread on that precious head when I came to get her.

Imagine my surprise that not even a week after we dropped K off for her first summer at overnight camp and we get the call that no parent wants to get: Your child is afflicted with LICE, LOUSE, EGGS, NITs (or is that KNITS)?  My head is itching at the mere thought!  My perfect, precious, angelic child has BUGS crawling and growing in her hair!

This is not the first time that I have received a call like this.  When she was five, the day care center called me with a lice alert.  At the time I think that I crawled under my desk and screamed “Oh Sh%T! Not my child!  I wash her hair!  She can’t have lice.  I swear to G-d, we bathe!”  Ask my co-workers, they heard me screeching across the call center floor.

As it turns out, she had AN EGG and a bad case of dandruff.  But now…. We’re talking the full blown out thing.  And, of course, where there is one, there are more cases looming all over the camp.  My over active imagination has gone wild and I am anticipating that K will now be labeled “Lice girl” and be ostracized by the entire camp.  No one wants “the cheese touch.”  (Read Diary of a Wimpy Kid if you don’t believe me.) Why? Why does K have to be the one child in her cabin to spread pestilence into the camp?

What makes things worse is that K is now a bit homesick.  So what did she do last night during the all-camp bonfire?  She crawled into the Camp Director (and owner’s) lap and hugged her for at least 5 minutes; head to head.  Double Sh%t!  So, now my kid not only has lice but she may have infected the Camp Director.  Boy!  This is just getting better and better.  K will now go through the DAILY lice inspection and hair washing as the camp tries to avoid a campus-wide epidemic.  Her cabin mates, and especially the counselors, will surely LOVE having her in their group because, they too, will have to tolerate daily inspections.

Was I a bad mother?  Did I ignore my daughter’s hygiene?  WE BATHE!!  I swear to G-d, we do!  My husband even asked me if there was something that he could have/should have been doing that would have avoided this public embarrassment? Uh, no!  In fact, I have learned that lice are attracted to CLEAN hair!!  They don’t like all of those oils and scalp crud.  Was K’s hair too clean?  Too well brushed?  I don’t know.

What I do know is I have quite a job ahead of me washing sheets, bed linens, the dog, the cat….shall I keep going?  My husband, a closet hypochondriac, will surely be itching and asking me to check his scalp daily if not twice a day.  Oy!  And I thought that I got a parental reprieve this month.

Can’t wait to see her in 3 weeks and there better not be dread locks in her hair!