Mother’s Day has been a bit of a fiasco in recent past. Police helicopters and lost children and whatnot. (Father’s Day hasn’t fared much better — we had a lifeguard-rescue-from-riptide situation two years back. Where was I while my progeny fought for their lives? Reading a book on the sand facing away from the sea.)
The biggest dramas now are our “disagreements” about electronics in my home. My kids and I do not see eye to eye on what constitutes a reasonable amount of time spent on screens. They would like full access 24/7, without interference. Their dad and I would like to see their eyes sometimes. Rather than risk an argument this Mother’s Day weekend, my request was to go camping.
It’s not that I love camping. I don’t. It’s that I want to be with my family away from the lure of iPhones, and laptops (mine included) so badly that I will sleep on dirt. Happily. Whatever it takes.
We don’t camp a lot. We’ve got some basic equipment — sleeping bags, a tent, the trunk of our car — but we’re pretty inexperienced at this. Added to the circus this year is Maria, our new daughter I’ve told you about.
I told her we were going camping this weekend.
She said she’d like to go. And then: “Que es camping?” What’s camping?
My Spanish is pretty good, but I don’t know “tent” in Spanish. I fumbled through explanations and pantomime. I think I told her camping is sleeping outside, under material, in a bag. And she still wants to come! We must be pretty fun.
We will show her what camping is: eating hot dogs and s’mores until you’re sick, playing games, cuddling in the cold, seeing a true night sky when the rock you are lying on keeps you awake all night, rising with the sun, and having only each other and the great outdoors to entertain us when we wake up.
I look forward to the whole thing, and give thanks that it’s only one night.
Happy Mother’s Day.
2 thoughts on “Best Mother’s Day Gift … Time Together in the Great Outdoors”
Camping was what we did all during Beth and Alex’s childhood. Beth loved it. Alex believed she was born into the wrong family and should have been born at the Waldorf Astoria. Now that Alex has two kids, and Rhush grew up with the Boy Scouts in Sri Lanka, they camp a lot (Though Alex still prefers the Waldorf Astoria)
I loved that cooking had to be done in one or two pots, cleaned with dirt, and then ringed with water.
I think we will wash ourselves like you washed the pots. Rub dirt all over. Rinse.