Yeah, that happened.
Last year, Michael went to overnight camp for the first time. I was paranoid that I would get the date wrong to pick him up. I checked once, then twice, then a third time for good measure. I was super paranoid. It was so bad that I made myself quit checking after that original email from the camp. I was trying not to feed that OCD side of me.
Doc and I were at the gym when I got the call.
Counselor: "Um... are you almost here to get Michael?"
Me: "What are you talking about?"
Counselor: "We just finished closing ceremonies. He is ready to go home."
Me: "I'm in Tulsa."
Counselor: " "
This camp is almost three hours from our home.
The Doc and I took our sweaty selves to the car and drove at the speed of light.
I cried the whole way.
Worst parenting moment to date.
I sincerely hope I cannot top that.
I have spent the last year trying to forgive myself for that blunder. Michael acted like it was no big deal. He sweetly told me, "It's okay!" What a guy.
We drove Michael to camp on Sunday. Camp Barnabas is amazing. They provide a summer camp experience for children with special needs and/or chronic illness. Michael only had three concerns.
- Air Conditioning - Last year's campsite didn't have it and it was hot, hot, hot.
- Scabies - He doesn't intend to bring home any new friends burrowed in his skin.
- Going Home - He keeps telling me not to forget him. I keep emphasizing that I didn't actually forget him.
The irony is that when we showed up to drop Michael off at camp, we were given a paper with the wrong date on it for closing ceremonies. I'm not joking. It said June 21st. We dropped him off on July 15th.
I no longer doubt my sanity and calendar keeping ability.
We're looking forward to seeing those closing ceremonies this year.
Whenever they are.
Picking up her summer camper someday like...
|Dropping off at camp 2012!|